Hello friends, mera naam Sonu hai. Welcome to my secret real world. Main Odisha se hoon, Jharsuguda ke paas ek chhote se town mein rehta hoon. Ghar mein mummy, papa, main aur ek chhoti behan – total 5 log. Papa ka bike showroom hai, business achha chal raha hai. Unki umra 55, mummy ki 47, behan ki 24, aur main 28 saal ka hoon. Sab normal family lagti hai, lekin andar se bohot kuch chhupa hota hai.
Meri ek cousin didi hai – naam Ritu (change kiya privacy ke liye). Wo married hai, Dehradun mein rehti hai jiju, unka chhota beta Chiku (8 saal ka), aur jiju ki mom (widow, thodi bimar). Jiju govt job mein hai BSNL mein. Didi ki umra 37 ke aas-paas, figure 36-32-38, height 5’8″, sanwli lekin bohot attractive desi Indian lady type – badi aankhein, full lips, aur woh mature charm jo dekh ke dil dhadak jaaye. Sister porn stories app lustystories par padh rhe ho.
Baat ek saal pehle ki hai. Jiju ka transfer Kolkata ho gaya tha. Main us time Kolkata mein hi engineering final year kar raha tha, hostel mein rehta tha. Har saal Dussehra pe ghar chala jaata tha, lekin is baar finals ke exams nazdeek the, toh ghar nahi gaya. Didi ne mujhe phone kiya aur bola, “Sonu, is baar ghar mat jaana, mere paas aa ja Kolkata. Dussehra yahan bohot grand hota hai, aur tu akela rahega hostel mein bore ho jayega.”
Main excited ho gaya. Didi ko saalon baad milne ja raha tha. Jiju ka ghar apartment mein 3rd floor pe tha. Pahuncha toh sab bahut khush hue. Didi ne mujhe tight hug diya – saree mein thi, sleeveless blouse, peeche backless, armpit pe halke baal (shayad 3-4 din pehle shave kiye). Hug mein unki body ki garmaahat feel hui, boobs mere chest se dab gaye, aur mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Dimag mein current sa dauda. Fir didi mujhe andar le gayi, Chiku ke room mein rest karne boli.
Agle din subah utha, breakfast kiya, fir haircut ke liye gaya. Festival ke time salon mein bohot bheed thi. Main didi ko call kiya bataaya ki time lagega. Wait karte-karte irritation hua, toh shaam ko aaunga bol ke ghar wapas aa gaya.
Ghar pahuncha toh Chiku aur jiju ki mom (saas) TV dekh rahe the. Jiju bahar gaye hue the. Didi nahi dikhi. Poocha toh saas ne bola, “Chhat pe kapde sukhane gayi hai.” Apartment ka 3rd floor tha, upar ek floor aur fir chhat. Lift nahi chal rahi thi, toh main stairs se chhat pe chadh gaya.
Chhat pe pahuncha toh dekha stairs ke paas didi ka mobile aur bucket pada tha, chhat ka door thoda dhaka hua tha. Main dheere se aage badha. Dopahar ka time tha, chhat sunsaan. Paani ki tanki ke paas thoda shadow tha. Wahan didi dikhi – lekin jo dekha, mere hosh udd gaye.
Didi kisi aadmi ko hug kiye khadi thi. Nighty pehni thi, peeth meri taraf. Wo aadmi didi ko passionately kiss kar raha tha. Fir usne peeche se didi ki nighty upar uthayi – panty nahi thi! Gaand ko masalne laga, didi bhi uske saath moan kar rahi thi. Dono full mood mein the, unko pata nahi tha koi dekh raha hai. Main chupke se chhup gaya, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Mann kiya wapas jaaun, lekin curiosity ne rok diya. 2 minute baad fir dekha – aadmi neeche let gaya tha, didi nighty kamar tak utha ke uske upar baithi thi, upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Lund andar-bahar, didi ki moans sunai de rahi thi. Meri saansein tez ho gayi, lund pant mein kadak ho gaya.
Tabhi didi ka phone baja. Didi mudi toh mujhe dekh liya! Meri fatt gayi. Didi jhat se khadi hui, nighty neeche ki. Main bhaagte hue neeche aa gaya, TV ke saamne baith gaya jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Thodi der baad didi neeche aayi, kitchen chali gayi. Main nahane chala gaya. Dimag mein sirf wahi scene ghum raha tha – didi ki gaand, moans, wo aadmi. Nahate hue didi ki gaand soch ke muth maar diya. Bathroom mein didi ki bra-panty tangi hui thi. Usme maal gira diya. Nahake nikal gaya, lekin yaad aaya panty wahi chhod di. Wapas gaya to panty gayab thi. Darr laga ki didi ko pata chal gaya.
Dopahar mein TV dekh raha tha. Didi ka phone sofa pe pada tha. uthaya aur WhatsApp check kiya. Kuch nahi mila. Gallery khali, deleted bhi. Sent items mein gaya – didi ke bohot saare nude photos! Boobs dikhate selfies, bra-panty mein, fully nudes bhi. Kisko bhej rahi thi? Phone chupke se rakh diya.
Agle din hostel jaana tha. Jiju ne namkeen laaya tha. Jaate waqt didi ne bola, “Please kisi ko kuch mat batana.” Himmat karke poocha, “Wo kaun tha chhat pe?”
Didi ghabrayi, “Wo isi building mein rehta hai, pehle office mein kaam karta tha.”
Main: “Agar koi aur hota toh?”
Didi chup.
Main: “Aapki life hai, marzi aapki. Main kuch nahi bataunga. Bas phone mein nude pics delete kar dena.”
Didi shocked, phone check kiya, “Ye kaise… purani pics hain.”
Main: “Last wali kal ki hai.”
Didi: “Mujhe pata nahi tha save hota hai.”
Main: “Kisko bhej rahi ho? Blackmail toh nahi?”
Didi: “Uske paas pics aur videos hain, lekin wo kuch nahi karega.”
Main: “Aur mujhe ye sab dekh ke acha lagta hai.”
Didi: “Matlab?”
Main: “Jo chhat pe dekha, acha laga. Kayi baar dekha hai aise.”
Didi darr gayi, “Kisko?”
Main: “Mami ko ek uncle ke saath.”
Didi: “Acha wo sasur ke bade bhai hain. Main bhi dekhi hu unko Dehradun mein.”
Fir didi ne bataya peene ke time ka scene. Sab ki apni kahani hai, koi kisi ko judge nahi karta.
Main cab mein baith gaya. Dimag mein bohot kuch chal raha tha – mummy ko doosron se chudte dekha, mami ko bhi, ab didi ko. Sab chhup-chhup ke apni hawas bujha rahe hain. Life aisi hi hai – har kisi ke andar ek secret world.
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