Mera naam Ravi hai. Main 25 saal ka 6ft lamba, handsome ladka hoon. U.P. ke Jhansi ke paas ek gaon ka rehne wala hoon, ab Delhi mein job karta hoon aur kiraye ka 1BHK flat mein rehta hoon.
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Yeh kahani meri sexy behan ki chudai ke baare mein hai.Meri family mein sirf meri maa aur badi behan Rashmi (26 saal) hain. Paanch saal pehle papa ka heart stroke se inteqaal ho gaya tha. Tab se ghar ki saari zimmedaari mere kandhon pe aa gayi.
Rashmi ne B.Sc. ki padhai ke baad ghar ke kaamkaj mein maa ka haath batana shuru kar diya. Rashmi dikhte to attractive hai, uski height aur figure lajawab—5’7” lambai aur 34-28-36 ka perfect shape!
Ek din office se thaka-haara room pahuncha hi tha ki mobile baja. Maa ka call tha. Rote hue unhone kaha, “Beta, jaldi ghar aa ja! Anarth ho gaya hai!” Kitna bhi poochha, bas yahi kaha—kaise bhi ghar aa jaao, wahin sab bataungi. Maine foran train pakdi aur ghar ravana ho gaya.
Ghar pahunchte hi maa ne jo bataya, mere hosh udd gaye. “Rashmi teen mahine ki pregnant hai! Aur jiska bachcha hai, woh shaadi karne se inkaar kar raha hai!”
Maa Rashmi ko bura-bura keh rahi thi.Maine maa ko shaant kiya aur Rashmi se baat karne uske kamre mein gaya. Mujhe dekhkar woh sine se lipat gayi aur jor-joor se royi. Kisi tarah shaant kiya aur kaha, “Sach bata, kya hua?” Usne bataya—college mein ek ladke se pyar ho gaya tha, ab woh shaadi se muhmoch raha hai.
Maine uske gaal pe halka sa thappad maara aur kaha, “Tujhe sharam nahi aayi aisa karte hue?” Woh ro padi, “Bhaiya, mujhe jaan se maar do… bahut badi bhool ho gayi!”
Tabhi maa kamre mein aa gayi aur duniya bhar ki baatein bolne lagi—yanha tak ki Rashmi ko gaaliyan dene lagi. Maine gusse mein maa ko daant diya aur chup kara diya.
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Maa chup to ho gayi, par mujhse poochhne lagi, “Ab kya hoga? Isne pehle bataya hota to bachcha girva deti!”Maine Rashmi ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Apna samaan bandh le, tu mere saath Delhi chalegi.” Shaam ki train se main Rashmi ko leke Delhi aa gaya.
Maa gaon mein hi reh gayi, par uski fikr mein tadapti rahi.
Agle din: Maine doctor se appointment li aur Rashmi ko saath leke clinic gaya. Reception pe humein husband-wife batana pada—koi chara nahi tha. Doctor ne Rashmi ka poora check-up kiya—uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, haath mere se chipke hue. Doctor ne muskurate hue kaha, “Congratulations! 13 weeks ki healthy pregnancy hai. Aap baap banne wale ho!”
Maine darrte hue poochha, “Sir, abhi hum ready nahi hain. Kya abortion possible hai?” Doctor ne chehra saeen kiya: “Bahut risky hai—13 weeks pe wife ki jaan khatre mein pad sakti hai. Sochna bhi mat.” Unhone zaroori tests aur dawaiyaan likh di, aur hum vapas aa gaye.
Ghar pahunchte hi Rashmi fut-fut ke rone lagi. “Bhaiya, meri wajah se tujhe kya-kya sahna pad raha hai! Tune mujhe patni bataya doctor ko…” Maine use apne seene se laga liya—uski dhadkanein meri seene se takrati hui mehsoos hui.
“Dekh behna, duniya ki nazron se badnaami bachane ke liye yeh karna pada. Teri jaan ka risk? Kabhi nahi! Ab sirf iss bachche pe dhyan de—khub kha, khush reh, taaki woh strong bane.”
Rashmi meri aankhon mein dekhte hue boli, “Kya iss bachche ko duniya mein laana sahi hai? Jab log baap ka naam poochhenge, kya jawab denge?” Maine uske gaal sahlaya: “Main zinda hoon na! Apna naam dunga. Tu meri behan rahegi, par duniya ke saamne pati-patni. Koi aitraaz?”
Rashmi ne sir mere seene mein chhupa liya, rote hue: “Bhaiya, itna bada tyaag… kya hum kar paayenge?” Maine use choom liya forehead pe: “Iss bachche aur tere liye jaan bhi de dunga, haste-haste.” Rashmi ne foran mera munh haath se daba diya: “Shubh-shubh bolo please!” Hum dono muskuraye—ab naya safar shuru ho chuka tha.
Delhi ke chote se 1BHK mein Rashmi ke aane se sab badal gaya. Subah uthkar main office ke liye taiyaar hota, Rashmi chai banati—uski aankhein abhi bhi thodi nam hui rehti, par muskaan lauti aa rahi thi.
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“Bhaiya, aaj kya khayenge? Doctor ne healthy khana kaha hai,” woh poochhti, pet pe haath rakhte hue.Main haste: “Jo tu banaye, wohi best. Par zyada mirch mat daalna, bachche ko achha nahi lagega.”
Hum baith ke chai peete, gaon ki baatein karte—maa ka phone aata, “Beta, Rashmi theek hai na? Khana kha rahi?” Rashmi sunti aur sharma jaati: “Maa, batao na Ravi bhaiya ko kitna khilate hain!”
Shaam ke waqt: Office se laute to Rashmi TV dekhti milti, ya kitchen mein khana banati. Hum baith ke baatein karte—uski college ki yaadein, mera Delhi struggle. “Bhaiya, yahan flat chota hai, par sukoon hai. Gaon mein to maa har waqt gaaliyan de rahi thi,” woh bolti. Main uske kandhe pe haath rakhta: “Ab yahan hum dono hain na. Tension mat le, main hoon.kabhi kabhi main use bike pe bitha ke ghoomane le jaata …sabji grocery lene …
”Raat ki baatein: Bistaron pe let jaate—main ek side, woh doosri. “Bhaiya, pet mein halki si harkat mehsoos hoti hai… tu haath rakh ke feel kar,” woh kehti. Main haath rakhta, woh muskurati: “Dekha? Yeh humara chhota sa khushiyon ka karwaan.” hum honevwale bacche ke liye chote chote kapde laate ,kabhi shoes late…
Hum future ki baatein karte: “Bachcha paida hoga to naam kya rakhenge? Ladka ho to tere papa jaise strong naam.”Rashmi poochhti: “Bhaiya, shaadi ka kya sochega? Log poochhenge to?”
Main kehta: “Jo bhi poochhe, kahenge love marriage. Tu meri zindagi hai ab.” Woh sir mere kandhe pe rakh leti: “Tu best bhaiya hai… aur ab best papa bhi banega.”
Ghar ki chhoti-chhoti baatein: Market jaate saath, sabzi chunte—log humein couple samajhte, hum chupke muskurate. “Bhaiya, yeh blouse tight ho gaya pet se,” woh shikayat karti. Main hansta: “Naya khareed lenge. Tu beautiful lag rahi hai.”
No tension, sirf bhai-behan ka pyaar aur zimmedaari ka sukoon—Delhi ki tez zindagi mein humara chhota sa ghar, humara asli aashiyana ban gaya.
Ab mujhe maa ko bhi samjhana pada—jaise Rashmi ko samjhaya tha. Maine apna sara focus Rashmi par kar diya. Office mein mann lagakar kaam karne laga, ghar aakar uski har zaroorat ka khayal rakhta.
Rashmi ko kisi cheez ki kami nahi hone deta—kapde se lekar dawaiyaan, sab khud laata.Rashmi bhi khulke bolti ya phone karti: “Bhaiya, yeh vitamin chahiye… aur haan, chocolate bhi!”
Rashmi ki har chhoti zaroorat ka khayal rakhta—uske liye pads aur bra bhi laata tha. Doctor ne kaha tha pregnancy ke baad care chahiye, to main shyly pharmacy se le aata: “Behna, yeh le… comfortable rahegi.” Rashmi sharma jaati, “Bhaiya, tu kitna khayal rakhta hai!”
Bathroom saaf kar raha tha, dekha uski bra aur panty washing machine se giri—thodi phati hui, purani. Dil bhar aaya—pregnancy ne kitna change kiya! Market jaate hue dheere se poocha, “Behna, bra ka size kya hai? Naya laaun, purana tight ho gaya hoga.” Woh laal ho gayi: “Bhaiya… 36C bol do, par chupke!” Hum hasse, bhai-behan wala pyara moment.
Maine chupke naya set khareed liya, uske pillow pe rakh diya note ke saath: “Behna, naye kapde—tu meri princess hai, comfortable reh.”
Delivery ka time aa gaya—Rashmi ne operation se ek sundar, swasth bete ko janm diya. Maa bhi Delhi aa gayi thi, ab woh Rashmi aur bachche ka poora khayal rakh rahi thi.Hospital mein nurse aur doctor badhaai de rahe: “Congratulations papa ji!” Nurse ne haste hue kaha, “Bilku apne baap pe gaya hai—same eyes!”
Maine Rashmi ki taraf dekha, woh sharma gayi, hum dono chupke muskuraye—ek chhota sa secret bond.Hospital se chhutti hui, Rashmi dheere-dheere recover karne lagi. Maa dono ka achhe se khayal rakh rahi thi. Bachche ka naam abhi nahi rakha tha, bas Chhotu bulate. Teen mahine aise hi guzar gaye—Rashmi poori tarah theek ho gayi. Maa gaon vapas jaate-jaate hidayat di: “Rashmi, Chhotu aur Ravi ka khayal rakhna!”
Rashmi ka rang-roop maa banne ke baad aur nikhar gaya tha—uski skin glow karti, curves aur soft, 36 wali figure ab milk-mother wali warmth se bhari.
Meri sexual life? Bas porn movies aur bathroom mein muth maarne tak seemit—Rashmi ke paas baithke uski khushboo mehsoos karna hi kaafi tha, par baatein normal rehti.Hum khoob baatein karte, sex ka topic kabhi nahi chhoota.
Shaam ko office se aata, Chhotu se khelta—kabhi raat ko use sulane ke chakkar mein usi bed par Rashmi ke saath so jaata. Rashmi mujhe jagati nahi, bas dheere se dupatta odh leti—uski naram saansein mehsoos hoti, body ka halka warmth…
Ek raat: Beech mein Chhotu so raha tha, doosri taraf Rashmi. Achanak Chhotu ne susu kar diya—sara bistar meri side geela! Main jaaga, Rashmi bhi uthi—haste hue: “Bhaiya, geela ho gaya! Tu badal, main Chhotu ko saaf karti hoon.”
Andhere mein uska dupatta khisak gaya, ek jhalak uske glow karte curves ki—main sharma gaya, par dil dhadka. “Theek hai behna, chal saaf karte hain… par Chhotu ko disturb mat karna,” maine muskurate hue kaha. Woh hasi: “Haan papa ji, aapki zimmedaari!”
Main kapde change karne utha to Rashmi bhi jaag gayi. “Kya hua bhaiya?” usne poochha. “Champion ne geela kar diya!” maine haste hue kaha. Woh hasne lagi: “Koi baat nahi, idhar mere paas so jao.”
Maine T-shirt change ki aur Rashmi ki taraf razai mein ghus gaya. Tab tak usne Chhotu ko diaper bandh diya aur neeche fresh sheet bicha di.Woh meri taraf peeth karke let gayi. Maine peeche se hug karna chaaha—bas yahin galti ho gayi!
Haath lapete to seedha uske ek boobs ke upar chala gaya—jo blouse se bahar tha, naram-makhmali, garam. Doosra boob Chhotu ko doodh pila raha tha, halki si chuan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Us chikne, makhmali sparsh se mere lund mein current daud gaya—ek dum akad gaya, pant mein throbbing!
Samajh aate hi haath kheencha, “Sorry behna!” bola aur palat gaya. Rashmi ne doodh pilana khatam kiya, blouse bandhaya, phir palti aur peeche se mujhe hug kiya. Kaann mein fusfusaya: “Koi baat nahi bhaiya…” Usni ungliyaan mere baalon mein phiraayi—woh soft touch, uski saansein meri gardan pe—hum aise hi so gaye.
Iss raat ne jazbaat jhaankjor diye. Pure din woh kathor-makhmali sparsh dimaag mein ghoomta raha—uski boobs ki warmth, curves ka andaaz. Shaam ko ghar aaya to Rashmi ko gaur se dekhta raha—uske badan ki madakata, 36 wale curves ka sway jab woh chalti, pet ki soft glow maa banne ke baad. Mann hi mann tareef: “Kitni perfect hai meri behna!”
Deewanapan badh gaya—apni hi behan ke liye! Roz kitchen mein haath batata, uske haath chhoone ka bahana. Sone se pehle der tak baatein—jokes sunaata, gudgudee karta:
“Behna, tu hansati hai to kitni pyari lagti hai !” Chupke uske sharir ko sir se paaon tak niharta—uski jaanghon ki smoothness, kamar ki khankhaari. Use shayad khabar nahi, par main uske pyaar mein dubta ja raha tha—har pal uske paas rehne ka junoon!
Aise hi teen mahine guzar gaye—har roz uski adaayein dekhta, raat ko uske sparsh ki yaad mein tadapta.
Finally, maine tay kiya: “Aaj pyaar ka izhaar karunga—behan se bhi upar wala rishta bataunga!”Pehli koshish: Shaam ko kitchen mein, Rashmi roti bel rahi thi. Dil dhadka, paas gaya: “Behna… ek baat bolun?” Usne muskuraya: “Haan bhaiya, bol na.” Par tab Chhotu royee utha—plan fail! “Kuch nahi, baad mein,” bola aur bhaag gaya.
Doosri koshish: Raat ko bed pe baatein karte hue. “Rashmi, tu jaanti hai na… tujhe…” Shuru kiya, par usne Chhotu ko doodh pilaana shuru—uske boobs ka nazara, dil phir fail!
“Haan bhaiya?”
usne poocha, main laal: “Bas… goodnight!”
Teesri baar: Market se laute, dono akela. Haath thaam liya: “Behna, sach bataun? Main tujhse…” Par phone baja—maa ka call! Sab dhara ka dhara.Aur kai koshishen bekaar:
Kabhi uski muskurahat dekh ke bolne se darr gaya, kabhi uska haath chhoote hi lajja. Mann tadapta: “Kaise kahunga—behan, main tera deewana hoon?” Har baar mauka haath se fisal jaata—pyaar ka izhaar dil mein hi ubharta raha, zubaan pe nahi aaya aur Rashmi thii bhi itni gharelu sanskaarik ….kii dar lagta kii use bura lagaa to sab kiya dhara satyanassh ho jaayega !
