Hum Sab Sath Hain

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Mera naam Mona hai. Meri umar 19 saal, kad 5 feet 3 inch, rang gehuan, chhati 34 kamar 26 aur hips 34. mujh se badi meri behan Sona, jo ki America mein apne pati Raj Gupta ke saath rehti hai. Sona didi ka jism mujh se adhik gadraya hua hai. Unki chuchi 36 DD hai aur nitambh bhari hain, rang kuchh adhik gora hai. Didi ki janghen bahut kasi hui hain. Mere mummy papa, Delhi mein rehte hain aur main Gaziabad mein rehti hoon jahan mere pati Harjit Singh ek Bank mein officer hain. Meri shadi ko 6 mahine huye hain aur meri sex life bahut mast hai. Soma didi mujh se 1 saal badi hai aur sab se bada hamara bhai Vick hai jo apni girl friend se love marriage karne wala hai. Vick mere mummy papa ke saath rehta hai. Vicky ki girl friend Roma bahut sexy hai.

Mere jijju Mahesh mujhe bahut pasand hain. Shadi mein unko dekh kar main to mast ho gayi thee. Jijju ka jism kuchh bhari lekin bilkul fit hai. Kai bar mujhe kalpna mein jijju apni Sona didi par chadhe huye dikhayi dete hain to meri chut geeli ho jati hai. Aksar jab Harji mujhe chod rahe hote hain to mere man mein mujhe lagata hai ki jijju mujh par sawar ho kar chod rahe hain. Lekin maine apne man ki baat kabhi apne pati ko nahin batayi. Ab Vicky ki shadi mein did aur jijju America se aa rahe thay. Harji ne zid ki ke didi pehle hamare pass aa kar rahe. Main bhi jijju se milne ko be karar thee. Didi ki flight sham ko 5 baje aane wali thee. Main aur Harji taiyar ho rahe thay. Maine black jeans aur red Tshirt pehni jiss mein meri chuchi bahut ubhar rahi thee aur usska gala bahut neechey tak tha. “Mona, ye kia? Ye chuchi kia jijju ko dikhani hai? Humko to essa husan kabhi nahin dikhaya. Agar tere jijju tujh poar fida ho gaye to main kahan jaunga?” Harji ne mujh se mazak kia to main bhi mazak mein boli” Mr Singh, ye to hai. Mere jijju hai hi itne akarshak ki main to un par marti hoon aur marun bhi kion na, sali adhi ghar wali hoti hai”

Harjit ne mujhe bahon mein bhar liya aur kiss karta hua bola,” Theek hai Mona, tab to meri bhi adhi ghar wali aa rahi hai. Sona didi tum se koi kam nahin hai. Main to unki tasveer dekh kar hi unka ashik ho chuka hoon, Wah kia chutad hain unke? Kia chuchi hai? Unko dekh kar to mera lund nahin baithta. Wakay hi tere jijju bahut lucky hain jo roz itne gadee dar mal par chadhte hain. Dekh lo tere pati ka lund abhi bhi khada hai” Sach mein mere pati ka lund mere jism par chubh raha tha. Maine unka lund zor se bheench diya aur kaha,”Pati dev zara dhyan rahe tum Sona ko didi keh kar bulate ho aur ab unko yaad kar ke lund khada kar rahe ho. Kahin tum behnchod to nahin ho?” Main hans kar boli to mere pati ne meri chuchi ko bheench kar kaha”Mona, ye to tujhe dheere dheere pata chale ga”

Airport par did aur jijju humko jab mile to jijju ne safed track suit pehna hua tha aur didi ne cotton ki shorts aur loose Tshirt pehni hui thee. Sona didi ne ladko ki tarah bal bahut chhote kata rakhe thay. Door se didi koi ladka hi lagati agar usski chuchi ka bada sa ubhar dikhayi na deta. Pehle mere pati aur jijju gale mile aur main aur didi gale milli. Fir jijju ne mujhe haat se pakad kar gale laga liya. Udhar didi ne Harji ko bahon mein bhar liya. Maine dekha ki mera pati meri behan se zor se lipat gaya aur didi ki peeeth par haath ferne laga. Apne pati ki harkat dekh kar main bhi ussko chidane ke liye apne jijju se chipak gayi. Jijju ne mere nitambh par haath fer diya to main chaunk gayi,”Wah sali sahiba, ab to mujhe Harjit ki kismat par irsha hone lagi hai. Kia mast sali hai to, Mona?” Main bhi kahan chukne wali thee” Kia baat hai Jijju, didi se man bhar gaya?” Jijju muskura pade aur bole,”Man to nahin bhara par ek ke saath ek free hoti to maza aa jata” Harjit bol raha tha,”Didi, aapka swagat hai India mien. Aap bahut sundar hain. Mahesh bhai sahib aap bahut lucky hain. Essi patni ha kissi ko nahin milti”

Airport se jab hum vapis aaye to maine note kia ke jijju mujhe gaur se dekh rahe hain aur jab mauka milta meri jaangh par haath mar dete. Udhar mere pati meri behn ke saath flirt kar rahe thay. Pehle mujhe bura laga lekin fir socha ki America mein shayad essa hi chalta hoga. “Kion yaar Harjit, ghar par whiskey vagaira hai na? Main aur Sona pee kar aram karte hain, varna maza hi nahin aata.” Harjit ka chehra khil utha kion ki vo bhi peene ka shaukeen hai. Main kabhi kabhar pee leti hoon. “Bhaiya, aap jo sharab kahenge milegi. Kion didi aap bhi peeti hain?” Sona ne angdayi lete huye kaha” Yaar pee to leti hoon lekin aaj to apne chhote jijju yani ki apne Harji bhaiya ke saath peene ka maza hi kuchh aur hoga. Jaldi se ghar pahunch kar naha loon fir aramse baten karte hain”