Incest Sheetal ka Chudai bhara Parivaar !!
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बाकी आपकी कहानी बहुत बेहतर जा रही है। पूरी पढ़ने के बाद मुझे बस यही एक कमी लगी, इसलिए मैंने आपको बता दिया।
मैं समझ सकता हूँ कि आप क्या दिखाने या व्यक्त करने की कोशिश कर रही हैं। एक तरह से आप ससुर को उकसाने और उनके भीतर उत्तेजना पैदा करने वाला माहौल बना रही हैं।
लेकिन उनके संवादों का सीधे तौर पर अचानक गायब हो जाना पढ़ते समय थोड़ा अजीब और अधूरा सा महसूस हो रहा था!
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Main sofa par baitha tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Mera sharir andar se bilkul garam ho chuka tha. Bahu bed par leti hui thi, darwaza khula rakha, candle ki roshni mein uska poora badan chamak raha tha. Usne apni blouse poori tarah khol di thi aur apne ubhar hue upper parts ko haathon se dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi.
“Bahu… tum yeh sab kya kar rahi ho?” maine kaanpte hue kaha, haath apni dhoti ke ubhar par rakh kar. “Itni door se bhi… mujhe itna bechain kar diya hai tumne.”
Bahu muskurayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar halke-halke dabochne lagi. Woh unko upar utha kar mere taraf dekh rahi thi.
Main aur zor se apne ubhar ko dabochne laga. “Arre bahu… tumhare yeh bade-bade ubhar… itne sundar aur bhari… mujhe dekh kar mera haal kya ho raha hai. Dhoti mein sab kuch itna tight ho gaya hai ki saans bhi mushkil ho rahi hai.”
Bahu ne apni taangein dheere se faila di. Petticoat upar chadh gaya aur uski creamy, smooth jaanghen chamakne lagi. Woh apni jaanghon ko halke-halke ragadne lagi.
“Hayyy bahu… yeh tumhari jaanghen aur gehri nabhi… mujhe paagal kar rahi hain,” maine garam saans chhodte hue bola. “Door se hi dekh raha hoon phir bhi mera badan kaanp raha hai. Tum jaanti ho na main kitna pareshan ho raha hoon.”
Bahu palat kar pet ke bal let gayi. Ab uski badi, gol hips mere saamne thi. Saree ka kapda un par tight lapat gaya tha. Woh apni hips ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche hilane lagi.
“Arre wah… bahu… yeh tumhari badi hips… kitni sundar harkat kar rahi hain,” maine saans tez karte hue kaha. “Sofa par baitha hoon, phir bhi yeh nazara dekh kar mera ubhar aur bhi zyada bechain ho raha hai. Agar paas hota toh… haath se touch kar leta.”
Maine apne haath ko dhoti ke ubhar par tez kar diya, upar-neeche hilane laga. “Bahu… aur hilao na aise… haan… tumhari yeh hips dekh kar main toh control hi nahi kar pa raha. Poori dhoti geeli si ho gayi hai.”
Bahu ne sir ghuma kar mujhe dekha aur apni hips ko aur dheere se hilaya, jaise mujhe aur invite kar rahi ho.
Main aur garam ho kar bola, “Bahu… tum bed par aise leti ho aur main yahan sofa par… phir bhi tum mujhe itna paas mehsoos ho rahi ho. Yeh tumhare ubhar… yeh hips… yeh nabhi… sab kuch mujhe tadpa raha hai.”
Bahu phir se palat kar let gayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar mere taraf badhaya. Woh unko dheere-dheere daboch rahi thi.
“Hayyy bahu… tumhare yeh doodhiya ubhar kitne sundar lag rahe hain,” maine kaanp kar kaha. “Main toh soch raha hoon unko dekh-dekh kar… door se hi… kitna sukoon mil raha hai aur kitni bechaini bhi.”
Mera haath ab aur tez ho gaya tha. “Bahu… tum aise hi tease karti raho… jitna mann kare. Raat bahut lambi hai. Main yahin baitha dekhunga… tumhari har harkat ko… aur tadapta rahunga.”
Bahu ne apni taangein phir se thodi faila di aur ek haath dheere se apne neeche ke hisse ke paas le gayi, sirf upar se touch karte hue.
Main zor se saans lete hue bola, “Haan bahu… aur dikhao… tumhari woh jagah… door se hi dekh raha hoon… phir bhi mera pura sharir sulag raha hai. Aur tease karo beta… main yahin baitha hoon… tumhare ishara ka intezaar kar raha hoon.”
Meri saans bahut tez ho chuki thi. Haath ki raftar aur badh gayi thi. Bahu ki har chhoti harkat mujhe andar se aur zyada sulga rahi thi.
Main sofa par se uth kar darwaze ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Ab sirf kuch kadam ki doori thi. Mera pura badan sulag raha tha. Bahu bed par leti hui thi, apne bade ubhar haathon mein lekar dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi. Candle ki roshni mein woh aur bhi madak lag rahi thi.
“Bahu… tum yeh sab jaan-boojh kar kar rahi ho na?” maine kaanpte hue kaha, haath apni dhoti ke ubhar par rakh kar zor se dabochte hue. “Dekho… mera ubhar kitna sakht ho gaya hai. Tumhari yeh harkatein dekh kar main bilkul bechain ho raha hoon… poori raat sulagne wali hai.”
Bahu ne muskurate hue apne ubhar ko aur upar utha kar daboch liya aur boli, “Babuji… aapko agar yeh ubhar itna pareshan kar raha hai toh main kya karun? Aap hi toh sofa par baithe-baithe mujhe dekh rahe the… ab main bhi aapko thoda… sulhaane ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Aapko thanda karne ke liye bed par aa jaiye na… main aapki saari bechaini door kar dungi.”
Main darwaze ke frame ko pakad kar khada ho gaya. Mera ubhar ab dhoti ke upar se bahut zor se dikh raha tha. “Arre bahu… tumhari yeh baatein sun kar mera lund aur bhi tadap raha hai. Tum bed par aise leti ho, apne ubhar ko masalti ho… aur main yahan khada hoon. Yeh double dard hai beta… dekhne ka aur chhoone ka.”
Bahu ne palat kar pet ke bal let gayi aur apni badi hips ko dheere-dheere hilate hue boli, “Babuji… aapke ubhar ko dekh kar mujhe bhi andar se garam lag raha hai. Aap sofa se uth kar itna paas aa gaye ho… ab aur thoda aage aaiye na. Main aapko personally massage de dungi… aapki woh sakht jagah ko haathon se daboch kar thanda kar dungi. Ya phir… aap hi mujhe bataiye kya chahte ho?”
Maine apna haath dhoti ke andar daal kar apne sakht ubhar ko zor se pakad liya aur upar-neeche hilane laga. “Hayyy bahu… tumhari yeh hips ki harkat dekh kar mera lund phadak raha hai. Agar main aur paas aa gaya toh… tumhari yeh badi hips ko haathon se pakad kar… achhe se sulhaunga. Tum jaanti ho na main kitna garam ho chuka hoon tumhare liye.”
Bahu ne apni hips aur tez hilaye aur sir ghuma kar mujhe dekhte hue sharmate-sharmate boli, “Babuji… aapke ubhar ko dekh kar meri bhi chuchiyan sakht ho gayi hain. Aap aaiye na bed par… main aapko apne ubhar se daboch kar… aapki saari tension nikaal dungi. Ya phir aap door se hi dekh kar… apne haath se hi apna ubhar sulhao? Lekin main toh chahti hoon aap mere paas aakar… mujhe personally thoda garam touch de do.”
Mera gala sukha gaya. Main ek kadam aur andar badha. “Bahu… tumhari yeh naughty baatein sun kar main pagal ho raha hoon. Tumhare ubhar… tumhari hips… sab kuch mujhe tadpa raha hai. Ab raat bhar yahin sofa-door nahi… bed par hi sulhaane wali ho na?”
Bahu ne muskura kar apne ubhar ko dono haathon se zor se daboch liya aur boli, “Haan Babuji… aap aaiye… main aapko aisa sulhaungi ki aapki saari bechaini ek baar mein door ho jayegi. Bas aap apna woh sakht ubhar mere paas le aaiye… main usko apne haathon se… aur… aur bhi achhe se sambhal lungi.”
Meri saans bahut tez ho chuki thi. Haath apne ubhar par aur tez ho gaya tha. Bahu ki har naughty baat aur harkat mujhe andar se aur zyada sulga rahi thi.
Raat ab sach mein bahut lambi hone wali thi…
“Bahu… tum yeh sab kya kar rahi ho?” maine kaanpte hue kaha, haath apni dhoti ke ubhar par rakh kar. “Itni door se bhi… mujhe itna bechain kar diya hai tumne.”
Bahu muskurayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar halke-halke dabochne lagi. Woh unko upar utha kar mere taraf dekh rahi thi.
Main aur zor se apne ubhar ko dabochne laga. “Arre bahu… tumhare yeh bade-bade ubhar… itne sundar aur bhari… mujhe dekh kar mera haal kya ho raha hai. Dhoti mein sab kuch itna tight ho gaya hai ki saans bhi mushkil ho rahi hai.”
Bahu ne apni taangein dheere se faila di. Petticoat upar chadh gaya aur uski creamy, smooth jaanghen chamakne lagi. Woh apni jaanghon ko halke-halke ragadne lagi.
“Hayyy bahu… yeh tumhari jaanghen aur gehri nabhi… mujhe paagal kar rahi hain,” maine garam saans chhodte hue bola. “Door se hi dekh raha hoon phir bhi mera badan kaanp raha hai. Tum jaanti ho na main kitna pareshan ho raha hoon.”
Bahu palat kar pet ke bal let gayi. Ab uski badi, gol hips mere saamne thi. Saree ka kapda un par tight lapat gaya tha. Woh apni hips ko dheere-dheere upar-neeche hilane lagi.
“Arre wah… bahu… yeh tumhari badi hips… kitni sundar harkat kar rahi hain,” maine saans tez karte hue kaha. “Sofa par baitha hoon, phir bhi yeh nazara dekh kar mera ubhar aur bhi zyada bechain ho raha hai. Agar paas hota toh… haath se touch kar leta.”
Maine apne haath ko dhoti ke ubhar par tez kar diya, upar-neeche hilane laga. “Bahu… aur hilao na aise… haan… tumhari yeh hips dekh kar main toh control hi nahi kar pa raha. Poori dhoti geeli si ho gayi hai.”
Bahu ne sir ghuma kar mujhe dekha aur apni hips ko aur dheere se hilaya, jaise mujhe aur invite kar rahi ho.
Main aur garam ho kar bola, “Bahu… tum bed par aise leti ho aur main yahan sofa par… phir bhi tum mujhe itna paas mehsoos ho rahi ho. Yeh tumhare ubhar… yeh hips… yeh nabhi… sab kuch mujhe tadpa raha hai.”
Bahu phir se palat kar let gayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar mere taraf badhaya. Woh unko dheere-dheere daboch rahi thi.
“Hayyy bahu… tumhare yeh doodhiya ubhar kitne sundar lag rahe hain,” maine kaanp kar kaha. “Main toh soch raha hoon unko dekh-dekh kar… door se hi… kitna sukoon mil raha hai aur kitni bechaini bhi.”
Mera haath ab aur tez ho gaya tha. “Bahu… tum aise hi tease karti raho… jitna mann kare. Raat bahut lambi hai. Main yahin baitha dekhunga… tumhari har harkat ko… aur tadapta rahunga.”
Bahu ne apni taangein phir se thodi faila di aur ek haath dheere se apne neeche ke hisse ke paas le gayi, sirf upar se touch karte hue.
Main zor se saans lete hue bola, “Haan bahu… aur dikhao… tumhari woh jagah… door se hi dekh raha hoon… phir bhi mera pura sharir sulag raha hai. Aur tease karo beta… main yahin baitha hoon… tumhare ishara ka intezaar kar raha hoon.”
Meri saans bahut tez ho chuki thi. Haath ki raftar aur badh gayi thi. Bahu ki har chhoti harkat mujhe andar se aur zyada sulga rahi thi.
Main sofa par se uth kar darwaze ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Ab sirf kuch kadam ki doori thi. Mera pura badan sulag raha tha. Bahu bed par leti hui thi, apne bade ubhar haathon mein lekar dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi. Candle ki roshni mein woh aur bhi madak lag rahi thi.
“Bahu… tum yeh sab jaan-boojh kar kar rahi ho na?” maine kaanpte hue kaha, haath apni dhoti ke ubhar par rakh kar zor se dabochte hue. “Dekho… mera ubhar kitna sakht ho gaya hai. Tumhari yeh harkatein dekh kar main bilkul bechain ho raha hoon… poori raat sulagne wali hai.”
Bahu ne muskurate hue apne ubhar ko aur upar utha kar daboch liya aur boli, “Babuji… aapko agar yeh ubhar itna pareshan kar raha hai toh main kya karun? Aap hi toh sofa par baithe-baithe mujhe dekh rahe the… ab main bhi aapko thoda… sulhaane ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Aapko thanda karne ke liye bed par aa jaiye na… main aapki saari bechaini door kar dungi.”
Main darwaze ke frame ko pakad kar khada ho gaya. Mera ubhar ab dhoti ke upar se bahut zor se dikh raha tha. “Arre bahu… tumhari yeh baatein sun kar mera lund aur bhi tadap raha hai. Tum bed par aise leti ho, apne ubhar ko masalti ho… aur main yahan khada hoon. Yeh double dard hai beta… dekhne ka aur chhoone ka.”
Bahu ne palat kar pet ke bal let gayi aur apni badi hips ko dheere-dheere hilate hue boli, “Babuji… aapke ubhar ko dekh kar mujhe bhi andar se garam lag raha hai. Aap sofa se uth kar itna paas aa gaye ho… ab aur thoda aage aaiye na. Main aapko personally massage de dungi… aapki woh sakht jagah ko haathon se daboch kar thanda kar dungi. Ya phir… aap hi mujhe bataiye kya chahte ho?”
Maine apna haath dhoti ke andar daal kar apne sakht ubhar ko zor se pakad liya aur upar-neeche hilane laga. “Hayyy bahu… tumhari yeh hips ki harkat dekh kar mera lund phadak raha hai. Agar main aur paas aa gaya toh… tumhari yeh badi hips ko haathon se pakad kar… achhe se sulhaunga. Tum jaanti ho na main kitna garam ho chuka hoon tumhare liye.”
Bahu ne apni hips aur tez hilaye aur sir ghuma kar mujhe dekhte hue sharmate-sharmate boli, “Babuji… aapke ubhar ko dekh kar meri bhi chuchiyan sakht ho gayi hain. Aap aaiye na bed par… main aapko apne ubhar se daboch kar… aapki saari tension nikaal dungi. Ya phir aap door se hi dekh kar… apne haath se hi apna ubhar sulhao? Lekin main toh chahti hoon aap mere paas aakar… mujhe personally thoda garam touch de do.”
Mera gala sukha gaya. Main ek kadam aur andar badha. “Bahu… tumhari yeh naughty baatein sun kar main pagal ho raha hoon. Tumhare ubhar… tumhari hips… sab kuch mujhe tadpa raha hai. Ab raat bhar yahin sofa-door nahi… bed par hi sulhaane wali ho na?”
Bahu ne muskura kar apne ubhar ko dono haathon se zor se daboch liya aur boli, “Haan Babuji… aap aaiye… main aapko aisa sulhaungi ki aapki saari bechaini ek baar mein door ho jayegi. Bas aap apna woh sakht ubhar mere paas le aaiye… main usko apne haathon se… aur… aur bhi achhe se sambhal lungi.”
Meri saans bahut tez ho chuki thi. Haath apne ubhar par aur tez ho gaya tha. Bahu ki har naughty baat aur harkat mujhe andar se aur zyada sulga rahi thi.
Raat ab sach mein bahut lambi hone wali thi…
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Main darwaze ke paas khada tha, ek kadam andar, ek kadam bahar. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha — na sirf uske badan ki wajah se, balki iss baat ki wajah se ki woh meri bahu hai. Meri bete ki patni. Ghar ki izzat. Aur main… main yahan khada uske ubhar hue badan ko dekh kar apne ubhar ko haath se daboch raha tha.
“Bahu…” meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Tum jaanti ho na yeh sab galat hai? Main tumhara sasur hoon… tum meri bahu. Yeh sochna bhi paap hai… phir bhi… tumhari yeh harkatein mujhe rok nahi rahi.”
Bahu bed par leti hui muskurayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar dheere se masla aur boli, “Babuji… galat toh hai… lekin aapki nazar jab mujhe chhuti hai, toh andar se kuch aur hi mehsoos hota hai. Aapko pata hai main kitni der se aapki nazaron ko mehsoos kar rahi thi… woh chhup-chhup kar dekhna… woh bechaini. Aaj jab main jaan-boojh kar aapke saamne khul rahi hoon, toh mujhe bhi darr lag raha hai… lekin yeh darr hi toh mujhe aur garam kar raha hai.”
Maine apni dhoti ke ubhar ko zor se pakad liya. Mera mann chillane laga — Yeh kya ho raha hai? Agar beta ya koi aur aa gaya toh? Poora ghar barbaad ho jayega. Lekin sharir sun nahi raha tha. Uska badan dekh kar mera ubhar aur sakht ho gaya.
“Beta… tum meri bahu ho,” maine dheere se bola, awaaz mein sharm aur pyaas dono thi, “Main tumhe bachpan se dekhta aaya hoon. Tumhari shaadi mere bete se hui… aur aaj main yahan… tumhare is badan ko dekh kar apne haath se… yeh sab soch kar bhi mujhe ghrina ho rahi hai apne aap se. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha.”
Bahu ne palat kar apni badi hips ko mere taraf kiya aur dheere se hilate hue kaha, “Babuji… yeh taboo hi toh hum dono ko itna tadpa raha hai. Aap sochiye na… main aapki bahu hoon, aap mujhe kabhi chhoo bhi nahi sakte the. Aur aaj… aap door khade hain, main bed par khul kar leti hoon. Yeh paap ka ehsaas… yeh darr… yeh chhupana… sab kuch andar se aag laga raha hai. Aapko bhi lag raha hai na? Yeh guilt… aur yeh pyaas… dono saath mein.”
Main ek aur kadam andar badha. Ab sirf bed se kuch feet door tha. Mera dil darr aur uttejna se phadak raha tha. “Tum sahi keh rahi ho bahu… yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai. Main soch raha hoon — agar yeh raat beet gayi, toh kal subah main tumhe kaise aankhon mein dekhunga? Kaise beta ka muh dekhoonga? Lekin… tumhari yeh madak bhari awaaz, yeh ubhar, yeh hips… sab kuch mujhe rok nahi raha. Jaise koi andar ka shaitan bol raha ho — bas ek baar… bas yeh raat.”
Bahu uth kar bed par baith gayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon se utha kar mujhe dikhaya aur halki si sharm ke saath boli, “Babuji… main bhi dar rahi hoon. Yeh rishta… yeh ghar… sab kuch toot sakta hai. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise dekh rahe hote ho, tab lagta hai jaise sirf hum dono hi duniya mein bache hain. Yeh forbidden feeling… yeh chhup-chhup kar sulagne ka mazaa… aapko bhi toh achha lag raha hai na? Warna aap yahan tak kyun aaye?”
Maine apna haath dhoti ke andar daal kar apne sakht ubhar ko sehlane laga. “Haan bahu… yeh tension… yeh mann ki ladai… yeh sab mujhe aur zyada bechain kar raha hai. Main jaanta hoon yeh galat hai, phir bhi har baar jab tum apne pallu sarakti ho, ya apne ubhar dikhaati ho… mera mann haar jaata hai. Yeh paap ka swaad… bahut meetha hai beta.”
Bahu ne dheere se bed par let kar apni taangein thodi faila di aur seductive awaaz mein boli, “Toh Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh psychological tension ko aur gehra karte hain. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne badan se chhoo kar bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli mazaa hai.”
Mera dil ab zor se dhadak raha tha. Guilt, lust, love, fear — sab kuch ek saath. Yeh taboo rishta hum dono ko andar se kha raha tha… aur hum dono usi mein aur gehre utar rahe the.
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Main bed par leti hui thi, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Babuji darwaze ke paas khade the, unki dhoti mein woh ubhar saaf dikh raha tha. Yeh sab dekh kar mere andar ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi — yeh mera sasur hai, mere pati ka pita… aur main unhe aise tadpa rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai, bahut galat… phir bhi yeh galatpan hi mujhe aur zyada sulga raha tha.
Main dheere se uth kar bed par baith gayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar halke-halke sehlane lagi. Unki nazar un par atak gayi thi.
“Babuji… aap abhi bhi door khade hain?” maine sharmate hue muskurate hue kaha, “Aapko dekh kar lag raha hai jaise aap bhi andar se bahut bechain ho rahe hain. Yeh ubhar… itna sakht kyun ho gaya hai aapka? Kya meri yeh harkatein aapko itna pareshan kar rahi hain?”
Babuji ne apna haath dhoti par rakh kar us ubhar ko dabochte hue kaha, “Bahu… tum jaanti ho yeh kitna galat hai. Main tumhara sasur hoon… phir bhi tum aise apne ubhar dikha rahi ho. Mera mann toh rok raha hai, lekin sharir sun nahi raha. Yeh tension… yeh paap ka darr… mujhe aur zyada tadpa raha hai.”
Maine apne ubhar ko dono haathon se utha kar unhe aur achhe se dikhaya aur dheere se boli, “Babuji… darr toh mujhe bhi lag raha hai. Aap mere sasur ho… agar yeh raaz bahar nikal gaya toh sab kuch toot jayega. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise chhup-chhup kar dekhte ho… tab yeh darr hi mujhe andar se garam kar deta hai. Aap paas aa kar dekhiye na… kitni garam ho rahi hoon main aapke liye.”
Main palat kar pet ke bal let gayi aur apni badi hips ko dheere-dheere hilane lagi. Saree ka kapda un par tight lapat gaya tha. “Dekhiye Babuji… yeh meri hips aapke ubhar ko dekh kar khud-b-khud hil rahi hain. Aapko agar achha lag raha hai toh bataiye na… main aur dheere hilau?”
Babuji ek kadam aur andar aaye, unki saans tez ho gayi. “Arre bahu… tumhari yeh hips ki harkat dekh kar mera ubhar aur bhi bechain ho raha hai. Yeh taboo rishta… yeh sochna bhi paap hai ki main apni bahu ke saath aisa soch raha hoon. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha. Tum jaanti ho na yeh kitna dangerous hai?”
Maine sir ghuma kar unhe dekha, apni lower lip kaat kar aur hips ko aur gehri harkat se hilate hue boli, “Haan Babuji… dangerous hi toh iska mazaa hai. Aap mere sasur… main aapki bahu. Yeh rishta kabhi nahi hona chahiye tha… phir bhi aaj raat hum dono yahan akele hain. Aapka ubhar dekh kar meri bhi andar ki pyaas jag rahi hai. Aaiye na… bed par. Main aapko apne haathon se thoda sulhaungi… aapki woh sakht bechaini ko dheere-dheere sehlau gi.”
Babuji aur kareeb aaye. Unka chehra laal tha, aankhon mein guilt aur pyaas dono thi. “Bahu… tumhari yeh baatein sun kar main pagal ho raha hoon. Yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai… phir bhi tumhare ubhar aur hips dekh kar mann haar jaata hai. Tum mujhe tease kar rahi ho na? Jaanti ho main kitna tadap raha hoon?”
Main bed par ghutno ke bal baith kar unki taraf mud gayi, apne ubhar ko unke saamne jhuka kar boli, “Haan Babuji… tease toh kar hi rahi hoon. Lekin yeh tease aapke liye bhi mazedaar hai na? Dekhiye… meri chuchiyan kitni sakht ho gayi hain aapke ubhar ko dekh kar. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne ubhar se touch kar ke bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Bas ek baar haath lagaiye… phir dekho aapki bechaini kaise door hoti hai.”
Babuji ka haath apne ubhar par tez ho gaya. Unki awaaz kaanpti hui thi, “Bahu… yeh psychological tension… yeh darr aur pyaas ka milna… mujhe andar se kha raha hai. Tum meri bahu ho… phir bhi main yahan khada tumhe chhoone ka soch raha hoon. Aur zyada mat tadpao beta… warna main control kho baithunga.”
Maine muskurate hue apni taangein thodi faila di aur dheere se boli, “Toh control mat kijiye Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh raat sirf hum dono ki hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli aag hai. Aur thoda tease karun? Ya ab aap mere paas aa kar khud sulhao mujhe?”
Main unki taraf haath badhaya, aankhon mein wohi taboo wali chamak ke saath… dil mein darr aur sharir mein pyaas.
“Bahu…” meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Tum jaanti ho na yeh sab galat hai? Main tumhara sasur hoon… tum meri bahu. Yeh sochna bhi paap hai… phir bhi… tumhari yeh harkatein mujhe rok nahi rahi.”
Bahu bed par leti hui muskurayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar dheere se masla aur boli, “Babuji… galat toh hai… lekin aapki nazar jab mujhe chhuti hai, toh andar se kuch aur hi mehsoos hota hai. Aapko pata hai main kitni der se aapki nazaron ko mehsoos kar rahi thi… woh chhup-chhup kar dekhna… woh bechaini. Aaj jab main jaan-boojh kar aapke saamne khul rahi hoon, toh mujhe bhi darr lag raha hai… lekin yeh darr hi toh mujhe aur garam kar raha hai.”
Maine apni dhoti ke ubhar ko zor se pakad liya. Mera mann chillane laga — Yeh kya ho raha hai? Agar beta ya koi aur aa gaya toh? Poora ghar barbaad ho jayega. Lekin sharir sun nahi raha tha. Uska badan dekh kar mera ubhar aur sakht ho gaya.
“Beta… tum meri bahu ho,” maine dheere se bola, awaaz mein sharm aur pyaas dono thi, “Main tumhe bachpan se dekhta aaya hoon. Tumhari shaadi mere bete se hui… aur aaj main yahan… tumhare is badan ko dekh kar apne haath se… yeh sab soch kar bhi mujhe ghrina ho rahi hai apne aap se. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha.”
Bahu ne palat kar apni badi hips ko mere taraf kiya aur dheere se hilate hue kaha, “Babuji… yeh taboo hi toh hum dono ko itna tadpa raha hai. Aap sochiye na… main aapki bahu hoon, aap mujhe kabhi chhoo bhi nahi sakte the. Aur aaj… aap door khade hain, main bed par khul kar leti hoon. Yeh paap ka ehsaas… yeh darr… yeh chhupana… sab kuch andar se aag laga raha hai. Aapko bhi lag raha hai na? Yeh guilt… aur yeh pyaas… dono saath mein.”
Main ek aur kadam andar badha. Ab sirf bed se kuch feet door tha. Mera dil darr aur uttejna se phadak raha tha. “Tum sahi keh rahi ho bahu… yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai. Main soch raha hoon — agar yeh raat beet gayi, toh kal subah main tumhe kaise aankhon mein dekhunga? Kaise beta ka muh dekhoonga? Lekin… tumhari yeh madak bhari awaaz, yeh ubhar, yeh hips… sab kuch mujhe rok nahi raha. Jaise koi andar ka shaitan bol raha ho — bas ek baar… bas yeh raat.”
Bahu uth kar bed par baith gayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon se utha kar mujhe dikhaya aur halki si sharm ke saath boli, “Babuji… main bhi dar rahi hoon. Yeh rishta… yeh ghar… sab kuch toot sakta hai. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise dekh rahe hote ho, tab lagta hai jaise sirf hum dono hi duniya mein bache hain. Yeh forbidden feeling… yeh chhup-chhup kar sulagne ka mazaa… aapko bhi toh achha lag raha hai na? Warna aap yahan tak kyun aaye?”
Maine apna haath dhoti ke andar daal kar apne sakht ubhar ko sehlane laga. “Haan bahu… yeh tension… yeh mann ki ladai… yeh sab mujhe aur zyada bechain kar raha hai. Main jaanta hoon yeh galat hai, phir bhi har baar jab tum apne pallu sarakti ho, ya apne ubhar dikhaati ho… mera mann haar jaata hai. Yeh paap ka swaad… bahut meetha hai beta.”
Bahu ne dheere se bed par let kar apni taangein thodi faila di aur seductive awaaz mein boli, “Toh Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh psychological tension ko aur gehra karte hain. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne badan se chhoo kar bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli mazaa hai.”
Mera dil ab zor se dhadak raha tha. Guilt, lust, love, fear — sab kuch ek saath. Yeh taboo rishta hum dono ko andar se kha raha tha… aur hum dono usi mein aur gehre utar rahe the.
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Main bed par leti hui thi, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Babuji darwaze ke paas khade the, unki dhoti mein woh ubhar saaf dikh raha tha. Yeh sab dekh kar mere andar ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi — yeh mera sasur hai, mere pati ka pita… aur main unhe aise tadpa rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai, bahut galat… phir bhi yeh galatpan hi mujhe aur zyada sulga raha tha.
Main dheere se uth kar bed par baith gayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar halke-halke sehlane lagi. Unki nazar un par atak gayi thi.
“Babuji… aap abhi bhi door khade hain?” maine sharmate hue muskurate hue kaha, “Aapko dekh kar lag raha hai jaise aap bhi andar se bahut bechain ho rahe hain. Yeh ubhar… itna sakht kyun ho gaya hai aapka? Kya meri yeh harkatein aapko itna pareshan kar rahi hain?”
Babuji ne apna haath dhoti par rakh kar us ubhar ko dabochte hue kaha, “Bahu… tum jaanti ho yeh kitna galat hai. Main tumhara sasur hoon… phir bhi tum aise apne ubhar dikha rahi ho. Mera mann toh rok raha hai, lekin sharir sun nahi raha. Yeh tension… yeh paap ka darr… mujhe aur zyada tadpa raha hai.”
Maine apne ubhar ko dono haathon se utha kar unhe aur achhe se dikhaya aur dheere se boli, “Babuji… darr toh mujhe bhi lag raha hai. Aap mere sasur ho… agar yeh raaz bahar nikal gaya toh sab kuch toot jayega. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise chhup-chhup kar dekhte ho… tab yeh darr hi mujhe andar se garam kar deta hai. Aap paas aa kar dekhiye na… kitni garam ho rahi hoon main aapke liye.”
Main palat kar pet ke bal let gayi aur apni badi hips ko dheere-dheere hilane lagi. Saree ka kapda un par tight lapat gaya tha. “Dekhiye Babuji… yeh meri hips aapke ubhar ko dekh kar khud-b-khud hil rahi hain. Aapko agar achha lag raha hai toh bataiye na… main aur dheere hilau?”
Babuji ek kadam aur andar aaye, unki saans tez ho gayi. “Arre bahu… tumhari yeh hips ki harkat dekh kar mera ubhar aur bhi bechain ho raha hai. Yeh taboo rishta… yeh sochna bhi paap hai ki main apni bahu ke saath aisa soch raha hoon. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha. Tum jaanti ho na yeh kitna dangerous hai?”
Maine sir ghuma kar unhe dekha, apni lower lip kaat kar aur hips ko aur gehri harkat se hilate hue boli, “Haan Babuji… dangerous hi toh iska mazaa hai. Aap mere sasur… main aapki bahu. Yeh rishta kabhi nahi hona chahiye tha… phir bhi aaj raat hum dono yahan akele hain. Aapka ubhar dekh kar meri bhi andar ki pyaas jag rahi hai. Aaiye na… bed par. Main aapko apne haathon se thoda sulhaungi… aapki woh sakht bechaini ko dheere-dheere sehlau gi.”
Babuji aur kareeb aaye. Unka chehra laal tha, aankhon mein guilt aur pyaas dono thi. “Bahu… tumhari yeh baatein sun kar main pagal ho raha hoon. Yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai… phir bhi tumhare ubhar aur hips dekh kar mann haar jaata hai. Tum mujhe tease kar rahi ho na? Jaanti ho main kitna tadap raha hoon?”
Main bed par ghutno ke bal baith kar unki taraf mud gayi, apne ubhar ko unke saamne jhuka kar boli, “Haan Babuji… tease toh kar hi rahi hoon. Lekin yeh tease aapke liye bhi mazedaar hai na? Dekhiye… meri chuchiyan kitni sakht ho gayi hain aapke ubhar ko dekh kar. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne ubhar se touch kar ke bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Bas ek baar haath lagaiye… phir dekho aapki bechaini kaise door hoti hai.”
Babuji ka haath apne ubhar par tez ho gaya. Unki awaaz kaanpti hui thi, “Bahu… yeh psychological tension… yeh darr aur pyaas ka milna… mujhe andar se kha raha hai. Tum meri bahu ho… phir bhi main yahan khada tumhe chhoone ka soch raha hoon. Aur zyada mat tadpao beta… warna main control kho baithunga.”
Maine muskurate hue apni taangein thodi faila di aur dheere se boli, “Toh control mat kijiye Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh raat sirf hum dono ki hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli aag hai. Aur thoda tease karun? Ya ab aap mere paas aa kar khud sulhao mujhe?”
Main unki taraf haath badhaya, aankhon mein wohi taboo wali chamak ke saath… dil mein darr aur sharir mein pyaas.
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Main darwaze ke paas khada tha, ek kadam andar, ek kadam bahar. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha — na sirf uske badan ki wajah se, balki iss baat ki wajah se ki woh meri bahu hai. Meri bete ki patni. Ghar ki izzat. Aur main… main yahan khada uske ubhar hue badan ko dekh kar apne ubhar ko haath se daboch raha tha.
“Bahu…” meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Tum jaanti ho na yeh sab galat hai? Main tumhara sasur hoon… tum meri bahu. Yeh sochna bhi paap hai… phir bhi… tumhari yeh harkatein mujhe rok nahi rahi.”
Bahu bed par leti hui muskurayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar dheere se masla aur boli, “Babuji… galat toh hai… lekin aapki nazar jab mujhe chhuti hai, toh andar se kuch aur hi mehsoos hota hai. Aapko pata hai main kitni der se aapki nazaron ko mehsoos kar rahi thi… woh chhup-chhup kar dekhna… woh bechaini. Aaj jab main jaan-boojh kar aapke saamne khul rahi hoon, toh mujhe bhi darr lag raha hai… lekin yeh darr hi toh mujhe aur garam kar raha hai.”
Maine apni dhoti ke ubhar ko zor se pakad liya. Mera mann chillane laga — Yeh kya ho raha hai? Agar beta ya koi aur aa gaya toh? Poora ghar barbaad ho jayega. Lekin sharir sun nahi raha tha. Uska badan dekh kar mera ubhar aur sakht ho gaya.
“Beta… tum meri bahu ho,” maine dheere se bola, awaaz mein sharm aur pyaas dono thi, “Main tumhe bachpan se dekhta aaya hoon. Tumhari shaadi mere bete se hui… aur aaj main yahan… tumhare is badan ko dekh kar apne haath se… yeh sab soch kar bhi mujhe ghrina ho rahi hai apne aap se. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha.”
Bahu ne palat kar apni badi hips ko mere taraf kiya aur dheere se hilate hue kaha, “Babuji… yeh taboo hi toh hum dono ko itna tadpa raha hai. Aap sochiye na… main aapki bahu hoon, aap mujhe kabhi chhoo bhi nahi sakte the. Aur aaj… aap door khade hain, main bed par khul kar leti hoon. Yeh paap ka ehsaas… yeh darr… yeh chhupana… sab kuch andar se aag laga raha hai. Aapko bhi lag raha hai na? Yeh guilt… aur yeh pyaas… dono saath mein.”
Main ek aur kadam andar badha. Ab sirf bed se kuch feet door tha. Mera dil darr aur uttejna se phadak raha tha. “Tum sahi keh rahi ho bahu… yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai. Main soch raha hoon — agar yeh raat beet gayi, toh kal subah main tumhe kaise aankhon mein dekhunga? Kaise beta ka muh dekhoonga? Lekin… tumhari yeh madak bhari awaaz, yeh ubhar, yeh hips… sab kuch mujhe rok nahi raha. Jaise koi andar ka shaitan bol raha ho — bas ek baar… bas yeh raat.”
Bahu uth kar bed par baith gayi. Usne apne ubhar ko haathon se utha kar mujhe dikhaya aur halki si sharm ke saath boli, “Babuji… main bhi dar rahi hoon. Yeh rishta… yeh ghar… sab kuch toot sakta hai. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise dekh rahe hote ho, tab lagta hai jaise sirf hum dono hi duniya mein bache hain. Yeh forbidden feeling… yeh chhup-chhup kar sulagne ka mazaa… aapko bhi toh achha lag raha hai na? Warna aap yahan tak kyun aaye?”
Maine apna haath dhoti ke andar daal kar apne sakht ubhar ko sehlane laga. “Haan bahu… yeh tension… yeh mann ki ladai… yeh sab mujhe aur zyada bechain kar raha hai. Main jaanta hoon yeh galat hai, phir bhi har baar jab tum apne pallu sarakti ho, ya apne ubhar dikhaati ho… mera mann haar jaata hai. Yeh paap ka swaad… bahut meetha hai beta.”
Bahu ne dheere se bed par let kar apni taangein thodi faila di aur seductive awaaz mein boli, “Toh Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh psychological tension ko aur gehra karte hain. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne badan se chhoo kar bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli mazaa hai.”
Mera dil ab zor se dhadak raha tha. Guilt, lust, love, fear — sab kuch ek saath. Yeh taboo rishta hum dono ko andar se kha raha tha… aur hum dono usi mein aur gehre utar rahe the.
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Main bed par leti hui thi, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Babuji darwaze ke paas khade the, unki dhoti mein woh ubhar saaf dikh raha tha. Yeh sab dekh kar mere andar ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi — yeh mera sasur hai, mere pati ka pita… aur main unhe aise tadpa rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai, bahut galat… phir bhi yeh galatpan hi mujhe aur zyada sulga raha tha.
Main dheere se uth kar bed par baith gayi aur apne ubhar ko haathon mein lekar halke-halke sehlane lagi. Unki nazar un par atak gayi thi.
“Babuji… aap abhi bhi door khade hain?” maine sharmate hue muskurate hue kaha, “Aapko dekh kar lag raha hai jaise aap bhi andar se bahut bechain ho rahe hain. Yeh ubhar… itna sakht kyun ho gaya hai aapka? Kya meri yeh harkatein aapko itna pareshan kar rahi hain?”
Babuji ne apna haath dhoti par rakh kar us ubhar ko dabochte hue kaha, “Bahu… tum jaanti ho yeh kitna galat hai. Main tumhara sasur hoon… phir bhi tum aise apne ubhar dikha rahi ho. Mera mann toh rok raha hai, lekin sharir sun nahi raha. Yeh tension… yeh paap ka darr… mujhe aur zyada tadpa raha hai.”
Maine apne ubhar ko dono haathon se utha kar unhe aur achhe se dikhaya aur dheere se boli, “Babuji… darr toh mujhe bhi lag raha hai. Aap mere sasur ho… agar yeh raaz bahar nikal gaya toh sab kuch toot jayega. Lekin jab aap mujhe aise chhup-chhup kar dekhte ho… tab yeh darr hi mujhe andar se garam kar deta hai. Aap paas aa kar dekhiye na… kitni garam ho rahi hoon main aapke liye.”
Main palat kar pet ke bal let gayi aur apni badi hips ko dheere-dheere hilane lagi. Saree ka kapda un par tight lapat gaya tha. “Dekhiye Babuji… yeh meri hips aapke ubhar ko dekh kar khud-b-khud hil rahi hain. Aapko agar achha lag raha hai toh bataiye na… main aur dheere hilau?”
Babuji ek kadam aur andar aaye, unki saans tez ho gayi. “Arre bahu… tumhari yeh hips ki harkat dekh kar mera ubhar aur bhi bechain ho raha hai. Yeh taboo rishta… yeh sochna bhi paap hai ki main apni bahu ke saath aisa soch raha hoon. Phir bhi… rok nahi pa raha. Tum jaanti ho na yeh kitna dangerous hai?”
Maine sir ghuma kar unhe dekha, apni lower lip kaat kar aur hips ko aur gehri harkat se hilate hue boli, “Haan Babuji… dangerous hi toh iska mazaa hai. Aap mere sasur… main aapki bahu. Yeh rishta kabhi nahi hona chahiye tha… phir bhi aaj raat hum dono yahan akele hain. Aapka ubhar dekh kar meri bhi andar ki pyaas jag rahi hai. Aaiye na… bed par. Main aapko apne haathon se thoda sulhaungi… aapki woh sakht bechaini ko dheere-dheere sehlau gi.”
Babuji aur kareeb aaye. Unka chehra laal tha, aankhon mein guilt aur pyaas dono thi. “Bahu… tumhari yeh baatein sun kar main pagal ho raha hoon. Yeh guilt mujhe maar raha hai… phir bhi tumhare ubhar aur hips dekh kar mann haar jaata hai. Tum mujhe tease kar rahi ho na? Jaanti ho main kitna tadap raha hoon?”
Main bed par ghutno ke bal baith kar unki taraf mud gayi, apne ubhar ko unke saamne jhuka kar boli, “Haan Babuji… tease toh kar hi rahi hoon. Lekin yeh tease aapke liye bhi mazedaar hai na? Dekhiye… meri chuchiyan kitni sakht ho gayi hain aapke ubhar ko dekh kar. Aap paas aaiye… main aapko apne ubhar se touch kar ke bataungi ki yeh galat hone ke bawajood kitna sahi lag raha hai. Bas ek baar haath lagaiye… phir dekho aapki bechaini kaise door hoti hai.”
Babuji ka haath apne ubhar par tez ho gaya. Unki awaaz kaanpti hui thi, “Bahu… yeh psychological tension… yeh darr aur pyaas ka milna… mujhe andar se kha raha hai. Tum meri bahu ho… phir bhi main yahan khada tumhe chhoone ka soch raha hoon. Aur zyada mat tadpao beta… warna main control kho baithunga.”
Maine muskurate hue apni taangein thodi faila di aur dheere se boli, “Toh control mat kijiye Babuji… aaiye na. Yeh raat sirf hum dono ki hai. Aapka ubhar… meri garam jagah… dono ko milane ka yeh darr hi toh asli aag hai. Aur thoda tease karun? Ya ab aap mere paas aa kar khud sulhao mujhe?”
Main unki taraf haath badhaya, aankhon mein wohi taboo wali chamak ke saath… dil mein darr aur sharir mein pyaas.
