Main gaon mein 10 saal baad pahuncha, badi behen ki shaadi ke liye. Family ka sabse bada beta hoon aur itne saalon mein kisi cousin se nahi mila tha.
Main medium height ka, bilkul normal cute sa ladka hoon – na hero wala style, na gym body, bas simple. Yeh pehli baar tha ki main aise family wedding mein ja raha tha.
Train se shaam ko utra, dhool bhari sadak aur jeeps baraat ke liye khadi hui. Dil mein excitement tha, par thodi si ghabrahat bhi – itne saalon baad sabko face karna.
Room upar wale ghar mein mila, jahaan 8-10 cousins the. Sab masti kar rahe the, purane jokes sun rahe the, hasi-mazak ho rahi thi.
Main change karke neeche reception mein gaya dinner ke liye. Logon ki bheed thi, DJ baja raha tha aur lights chamak rahi thi. Aur tabhi woh aayi. White bodycon dress mein, gaon ke andhere mein bilkul alag si chamak rahi thi.
Cut-sleeves aur deep neck wala dress tha – uska collarbone aur thoda sa cleavage dikh raha tha, par bilkul classy lag rahi thi. Purse latkaya hua tha, heels pe dheere-dheere chal rahi thi.
Mere kadam ruk gaye. Plate haath mein tha, khana bhool gaya. Bas dekhta raha – uski walk, uski smile, uski badi-badi aankhen jo light mein chamak rahi thi.
Dil bola, “Yeh kaun hai?”
Kuch der baad chacha ji ne introduce kiya: “Yeh teri cousin hai, 7 saal chhoti hai tujhse. Abhi MBBS mein admission li hai.”
Pehli baar mil rahe the. Usne haath milaya – soft haath, thandi ungliyaan.
“Hi bhaiya,” boli, par uski smile mein kuch alag tha.
Chhote honth, badi aankhen, aur boobs… chhote the, par shape perfect thi. Cute thi bilkul, bilkul natural. Hum thodi der baat ki – padhai, city life, gaon ki yaadein. Uski awaaz mein ek mithi si lazzat thi.
Phir saare cousins room mein gaye. Dance practice shuru hua – “Kala Chashma” pe sab naach rahe the.
Woh side mein thi, dheere-dheere move kar rahi thi, par uski kamar ka twist… main bas nazar nahi hata pa raha tha. Kabhi aankhen milti, toh woh sharma ke nazar jhuka leti.
Raat ke 1 baje dance khatam ho gaya, sab baatein karne lage. Hum dono ek corner mein baithe.
Maine poocha, “Boyfriend hai koi?”
Usne sar hilaya, “Nahi bhaiya… padhai mein busy hoon.”
Maine mazaak mein kaha, “Achha? Mujhe bhi nahi mili koi. Par agar milti, to teri jaisi cute si chahiye hoti.”
Woh sharma gayi. Cheeks laal ho gaye, aankhen neeche kar li. Phir dheere se hans di. Us raat kuch nahi hua, bas dil mein ek garmahat si mehsoos hui. Sab so gaye.
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Breakfast mein humari nazar mili. Woh chai ka cup haath mein liye khadi thi, dhoop uske chehre pe pad rahi thi. Muskurai, maine bhi smile diya.
Pura din shaadi ki taiyaari mein chala gaya – mehndi, haldi, photos. Har jagah woh dikhti, par door se. Kabhi lehenga try kar rahi thi, kabhi cousins ke saath has rahi thi.
Main bas usko follow karta raha nazron se. Kabhi paas aati, kabhi door chali jaati. Par har baar jab aankhen milti, ek current sa lagta.
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Main suit pehen ke room se nikla, par purse bhool gaya. Wapas aaya – door khula tha. Andar jaate hi… Woh change kar rahi thi. Sirf red panty mein. Back meri taraf thi.
Bra nahi pehni thi. Mirror mein uske chhote, perky boobs dikh rahe the – nipples bilkul tight the. Usne mujhe dekha, halki si cheekh di aur haath se cover kiya.
Main shock mein, “Sorry! Sorry! Galti se!” bolke bahar nikal aaya.
Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Neeche erection ho gaya tha – control nahi ho raha tha. Socha, “Ab woh gussa karegi… family ko batayegi.” Dil mein darr laga.
Par baraat aayi, music zor se baj raha tha. Woh aayi – ab red lehenga mein, heavy jewelry pehni hui thi, par wahi smile. Mujhe dekha, aankhon mein kuch kaha, phir muskurai.
Hum baat ki, dinner saath kiya. Pheron ke time saath baithe. Maine dheere se kaha, “Kal se zyada hot lag rahi hai tu aaj.”
Woh sharmai, boli, “Tum bhi cute lag rahe ho bhaiya.”
Humare haath table ke neeche touch hue. Bas thodi der, par current sa laga. Uski ungliyaan meri ungliyon se khel rahi thi. Dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.
Raat ke 2 baje pheron khatam hone wale the. Maine kaha, “Neend aa rahi hai… room jaata hoon.”
Woh boli, “Main bhi chalti hoon.”
Saath chale. Woh bilkul paas-paas chal rahi thi. Haath brush ho rahe the. Uski khushboo – jasmine ka perfume aur thodi si hawa.
Room mein pahunche, sab so chuke the. Sirf ek chhota sa bulb jal raha tha. Maine kaha, “Photos dekhte hain? Tune bahut click ki hain.”
Woh bed pe baithi, mobile nikala. Main uske bagal mein baitha, shoulder touch ho raha tha. Photos scroll karte hue uski saansein garam mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Ek photo mein woh close-up thi – uski aankhen, uski smile. Maine kaha, “Yeh wali best hai.”
Woh palti, humari nazar mili… aur phir dheere se, bilkul dheere se, uske honth mere honthon pe aa gaye.
Pehla kiss soft tha. Bas touch. Phir doosra… teesra… phir deep. Uski tongue meri tongue se mili. Hum dono saans le rahe the. Maine uski kamar pe haath rakha, dheere se khada kiya.
Ab hum khade the, kiss karte hue. Do minute tak sirf kiss – no hurry, no rush. Bas feel. Uski saansein tez, meri bhi. Usne mujhe tightly hug kiya. Phir woh mujhe bathroom ki taraf le gayi. Door lock kiya.
Andar dim light thi. Woh lehenga pehni thi, main suit mein. Maine usko wall se lagaya, neck pe kiss kiya. Usne moan kiya – “Bhaiya…”
Maine uska blouse dheere se utara. Sirf bra. Uske boobs chhote the, par shape itna perfect ki main ruk nahi paya. Bra unhook kiya. Woh sharmai, mujhe push karke palat gayi.
Boli, “Sirf back…”
Main uski back kiss karne laga – spine ke neeche, kamar tak. Uske goosebumps dikh rahe the. Usne moan kiya, saansein tez ho gayi.
Phir maine usko ghumaya, wall se press kiya. Uske boobs mere saamne – pink, perky, hard nipples. Maine dheere se ek ko muh mein liya, suck kiya.
Woh mere baal pakad ke kheech rahi thi, “Ahh… slowly…”
Kiss karte hue maine uska ghagra khola. Woh gir gaya. Sirf red panty. Usne mera coat utara, shirt ke buttons khole. Mera chest pe kiss kiya.
Phir neeche baithi, zip kholi, mera tool bahar nikala. Dheere se suck karne lagi – uski badi aankhen upar dekh rahi thi. Main uske baal pakde, pleasure mein tha.
Phir maine usko uthaya, basin pe baithaya. Panty utari – already geeli thi. Maine lick kiya, tongue se play kiya. Woh moan kar rahi thi, “Bhaiya… yes…”
Phir usne mujhe upar khincha, mera tool pakda aur boli, “Kitna hard hai…”
Maine uski aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se andar gaya. Tight, warm – heaven. Ek stroke… do… phir rhythm ban gaya. Hum dono kho gaye the. Bas feel, bas saansein, bas ek doosre ka naam.
Climax ke baad hum hasne lage. Phir darr laga – music bandh ho chuka tha. Hum jaldi se change kiye, ek aur kiss kiya, phir alag-alag pheron mein wapas gaye.
Raat ko blanket mein uske paas soya – haath uski soft jagah pe, uski hips mere paas. Subah ‘goodbye’ bola.
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Yeh thi meri sabse best, sabse slow, sabse garam raat – us 21 saal ki cousin ke saath. Ab bhi yaad aati hai, dil mein ek mithi si yaad ban gayi.