Didi ne abhi bhi mujhe gale se lagaaya hua tha aur hum lagbhag 5 minute se isi tarah lete the. Tabhi didi ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha…
Didi: “Sach bolna… tune ye sab kyun kiya?”
Main: “Didi, sach bolu toh main aapko bahut pasand karta hoon. Jab bhi aapko dekhta hoon toh dil mein kuch-kuch hota hai. Par aaj aapko is haalat mein dekh kar mujhse raha nahi gaya aur bas… ye sab ho gaya.”
Didi: (Muskurate hue) “Achha? Isiliye jab tu chhota tha toh bolta tha ki ‘Didi, bada hokar main aapse hi shaadi karunga’?”
Jab didi ne ye purani baat chhedi, toh meri aankhon ke saamne bachpan ki yaadein taaza ho gayi. Puberty ki wajah se didi us waqt aur bhi zyada attractive lagne lagi thi. Unka figure kaafi shapely aur tight tha; gali ka har ladka unhe hawas ki nazar se dekhta tha.
Par aaj mere paas mauka tha aur mujhe ehsaas hua tha ki didi bhi shayad mujhse yahi chahti hain. Isiliye unhone kisi ko na batane ki sharth par itni aasaani se ‘haan’ kar di thi.
Maine mauke ka fayda uthate hue didi se kaha:
Main: “Haan didi… main toh ab bhi aapse shaadi karna chahta hoon. Jab bhi aapka ye sexy figure dekhta hoon, toh mann karta hai ki upar se neeche tak bas aapko kiss hi karta rahoon.”
Didi: “Hatt, badmash! Kuch bhi jhoot bolta hai.”
Isse pehle ki didi kuch aur bol paati, maine unke gulabi aur naram honthon par kiss karna shuru kar diya. Didi ne is baar mujhe roka nahi. Balki unhone bhi mujhe kas kar pakad liya aur mera saath dene lagi.
Thodi der baad maine apna haath didi ki shirt ke upar unke naram boobs par rakha aur nipples ko sehlaane laga. Didi ke nipples ab shakt hone lage the. Maine ek haath se unhe dabana shuru kiya aur dusre haath se didi ka sar pakad kar apni jeebh unke muh mein daal di.
Hum dono ek-dusre ki jeebh chusne lage. Taqreeban 5 minute baad, maine apna haath neeche didi ki panty ki taraf badhaaya aur unki chut ko sehlaane laga. Kuch time hua hi tha ki achanak doorbell baj gayi.
Doorbell bajte hi hum dono hadbada kar alag ho gaye. Baaki log so rahe the, isiliye didi jaldi se uthi, apne baal aur kapde sahi kiye aur darwaza kholne chali gayi. Main bed par hi leta raha.
AC chalne ke bawajood mujhe pasina aa raha tha aur muh mein abhi bhi didi ke saliva ka taste tha. Main lambi saansein lete hue soch raha tha ki, “Kya maine apni behen ke saath ye sab karke koi badi galti toh nahi kar di?”
Tabhi bahar se ek anjaan awaaz ne mera naam pukaara. Main khud ko sambhaal kar bahar sofe ki taraf gaya. Wahan ek ladka baitha tha jo umar mein mujhse kaafi bada tha aur uske sar par baal thode kam the.
Woh: “Aur Jatin, pehchaana?”
Main: (Confused hokar) “Nahi… yaad nahi aa raha. Kaafi dino baad aaya hoon na.”
Didi: “Arey, ye Banti bhaiya hain… gali mein hi rehte hain.”
Tabhi mujhe yaad aaya — ye wahi insaan tha jise main bachpan se pasand nahi karta tha kyunki iski ‘vibe’ sahi nahi thi. Pehle ye ganja tha par ab hair transplant karwa liya tha.
Banti kaafi ameer lag raha tha; usne sone ki rings, bracelet aur chain pehni hui thi. Uska qad lagbhag 5 feet tha, thoda mota aur rang gehua tha.
Kuch der tak wahi purani baatein chalti rahi — “Kya karte ho?”, “Girlfriend hai kya?”. Tabhi fufaji aa gaye aur unse baat karne lage. Main uth kar wapas kamre mein chala gaya aur thodi der ke liye so gaya.
Shaam ko Vedika didi ne mujhe jagaya. Main fresh hokar bahar aaya toh dekha Banti abhi bhi wahi tha aur chai pee raha tha. Fufaji ne mujhe bhi bulaya. Chai peete waqt mujhe kuch ajeeb mehsoos hua.
Badi didi aur Banti ke beech ki baatein thodi si ajeeb lag rahi thi, jaise ki Banti ne kaha:
Banti: “Mujhe na aam bahut pasand hain, jo Vidhi ne last time khilaye the.” (Haste hue)
Didi: “Achha… par mujhe toh kele bahut pasand hain.” (Haste hue)
Banti: “Theek hai… toh kal mere saath chalna. Main tumhein kele khila doonga aur tum mujhe aam khila dena.”
Ghar ke baaki logon ko ye normal mazak lag raha tha, par mujhe kuch galat lagi. Tabhi fufaji ne pucha ki, “Tu woh apni biwi-bacchon ko saath kyun nahi laata?” jisse mujhe pata chala ki Banti shaadi-shuda hai.
Isse pehle main kuch aur soch paata, meri girlfriend ka phone aa gaya aur main chat par baat karne chala gaya. Wahan mujhe ek ghante se zyada waqt laga. Jab main neeche aaya toh Banti ja chuka tha.
Main aakar fufaji ke saath TV dekhne lagta hoon. Khana khane tak wahi saath baithta hoon aur khana khaane ke baad ghumne ke liye chhat par ja raha tha, par bua ko kitchen mein dekha toh unhein bola ki, “Chhat par ja raha hoon…” taaki didi bhi sun lein aur vo bhi aayein, aur chala jaata hoon.
Main chhat par tehalte hue internet par incest stories padh raha tha, tips ke liye ki kaise ladkiyon ko handle kiya jaata hai ya aise situations mein aage kya karna chahiye.
Mere dimaag mein abhi bhi didi ke lips ka taste aur unka wo soft touch ghum raha tha. Par saath hi Banti ki wo ajeeb baatein — “aam” aur “kele” wali — mere dimaag mein khatak rahi thi.
“Kya didi sach mein usse normal baat kar rahi thi ya unke beech kuch aisa hai jo mujhe nahi pata?”
Main kaafi der tak wahi raha, taaron ko dekhte hue plan bana raha tha ki didi se akele mein kaise baat karoon. Tabhi mujhe peeche se kisi ke aane ki aahat hui. Main mud kar dekha toh didi thi.
Didi: “Abhi tak soya nahi? Itni der se upar kya kar raha hai?”
Unki aawaaz mein ek shararat thi, jaise unhein pata ho ki mere dimaag mein kya chal raha hai.
Main: “Bas didi… neend nahi aa rahi thi toh thandi hawa khaane aa gaya. Waise, wo Banti bhaiya kab gaye?” Maine jaan-boojh kar uska naam liya taaki unka reaction dekh saku.
Didi: (Paas aate hue) “Wo toh kab ke chale gaye. Kyun, tumhein wo pasand nahi aaye kya? Wo thoda ajeeb hai par relative hai.”
Didi mere bilkul paas khadi ho gayi thi. Raat ka sannata tha aur chhat par hum dono ke alawa koi nahi tha. Maine unki aankhon mein dekha, wahi chamak thi jo kuch der pehle bed par lete hue thi.
Main: “Didi, mujhe wo banda sahi nahi laga. Aur jo wo baatein kar raha tha… aapko ajeeb nahi laga?”
Didi ne ek halki si hansi hasi aur mera haath pakad liya. Unka haath thoda garam tha.
Didi: “Tu bada ho gaya hai Jatin, par abhi bhi thoda baccha hai. Duniya mein har baat ka ek matlab nahi hota… ya shayad hota bhi hai.”
Unhone mera haath thoda zor se dabaya aur meri taraf jhuki. Unke perfume ki khushbu mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Unhone mere kaan ke paas aakar dheere se bola: “Banti ki baatein chhodo… ye batao jo room mein adhura reh gaya tha, uska kya karein?” Aur mere pant ke upar se hi mere lund ko pakad liya aur use sehlaane lag gayi.
Mere shareer mein ek current sa daud gaya. Maine unhein kamar se pakad kar apni taraf kheench liya. Is baar hum ghar ke andar nahi, khule aasmaan ke neeche.