Incest AAG (Incest/Adultery)
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Aag
Chapter 1: Aag ka Pehla Angaara
Shaam ka andhera Malhotra Mansion ke bade iron gate par chha raha tha, unki chamak suraj ki aakhri kirnon mein doob rahi thi. Aarohi (22) shahi gaadi se utri, uski red silk saree uske jism par chipki hui, jaise ek doosri chamdi. Tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples halke se ubhre hue, thandi hawa ke sparsh se tight. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve saree ke pallu ke saath hil raha tha, har kadam mein ek seductive rhythm. Payal ki chhankar aur choodiyon ki khanak ke saath woh aage badhi, Vihaan (28) uska haath pakde hue, uske chehre par ek charming smile. “Yeh tumhara naya ghar, Aarohi,” usne kaha, awaaz mein pyaar, lekin ek doori si, jaise uska dimaag kahin aur ho. Aarohi sharma gayi, uska dil tezi se dhadka—naye ghar ka darr, Vihaan ke sparsh ki garmi, aur aaj raat ka vada, suhagraat. Uski chut mein ek halka sa geelapan utha, ek chhupi aag jo saalon se daba rakhi thi.
Mansion ke andar marble ka farsh chandelier ki roshni mein chamak raha tha, hawa mein jasmine ki khushbu aur dhan ka ghamand. Aarohi ke heels ki awaaz hall mein goonji, jab woh Vihaan ke saath aage badhi, jahan Malhotra parivaar intezar kar raha tha. Uska dil zor se dhadka—jaise woh kisi jungle mein sher ke saamne khadi ho. Ek-ek karke sab mile:
Rajesh (Sasur, 50) hall ke bich mein khada tha, uski aankhein teekhi, jaise Aarohi ko naap raha ho. “Is ghar mein discipline sab kuch hai, bahu,” usne kaha, awaaz mein thandak, lekin nazar mein ek ajeeb si garmi. Uski aankhein Aarohi ke curves par thami, aur uska jism ek pal ke liye sihar gaya—darr ya kuch aur?
Devika (Sas, 45) silk saree mein aayi, uski muskan polished lekin kaatil. “Tumhe yahan bohot kuch seekhna hoga, Aarohi,” usne kaha, jab usne Aarohi ka pallu adjust kiya, ungliyan uski nangi kamar par halke se chhui. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, Devika ke sparsh mein ek chhupa sa raaz tha.
Arjun (Devar, 25) pillar ke sahare khada tha, shirt ka upar ka button khula, toned chest jhalakta hua. “Bhabhi, aap toh is ghar ka chand ho,” usne kaha, awaaz mein masti, aankhein Aarohi par teekhi. Jab usne haath milaya, uska thumb Aarohi ki kalai par ragda, ek pal ke liye uska jism sihar gaya. “Arjun, sambhal ke,” usne haskar kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske muscular frame par thami.
Aryan (Chhota Bhai, 20) ek boyish smile ke saath aaya, lekin uski aankhein intense. “Bhabhi, aapke saath yeh ghar ab boring nahi rahega,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek naughty sa rang. Uski nazar Aarohi ke jism par ghumi, aur ek pal ke liye uska dimaag uske past ke ek chehre par chala gaya—Rohan ki wahi intense nazar.
Naina (Cousin, 24) modern dress mein aayi, curves dress mein ubhre hue. Usne Aarohi ko gale lagaya, haath peeth par thodi der tak ruka, saans uske kaan ke paas garam. “Hum dono bohot maza karenge, Aarohi,” usne dheere se kaha, ek mysterious smile ke saath. Aarohi peeche hati, dil tezi se dhadka—yeh kya tha, excitement ya dar?
Jab sab alag hue, Aarohi ki nazar glass doors ke paar garden mein padi. Mohan (Gardener, 30) gulaab ke bageeche mein kuchh kar raha tha, pasine se bheega kurta uske muscular jism par chipka, biceps har movement mein flex. Usne Aarohi ko dekha, aankhein ek pal ke liye mil gayi. Aarohi ka saans ruk gaya—uski raw, earthy presence ne uske andar kuch jagaya, yaadein jo usne saalon se daba rakhi thi . Uski chut mein ek tez dard utha, thighs clench ho gayi. Usne nazar hata li, sharminda, lekin Mohan ka chehra uske dimaag mein chipak gaya.
Vihaan ne usko balcony par le gaya, dono akele. “Aaj raat sirf humari hai, Aarohi,” usne kaha, haath uski kamar par, aankhein pyaar se bhari. Aarohi ne uske seene par haath rakha, uska muscular jism mehsoos kiya, dil tezi se dhadka. “Main taiyaar hoon, Vihaan,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski chut mein geelapan badh raha tha, jaise uski chhupi aag cheekh rahi ho. Vihaan ka phone baja, “Bas ek call, phir pura time tumhara,” usne kaha, aur phone par chala gaya. Aarohi akeli khadi rahi, dil mein ek chhota sa khali-pan—kya Vihaan uski aag ko samajh payega?
Sham ko reception ki tayyari shuru hui. Aarohi ne heavy red lehenga pehna, mirror mein khud ko dekha—gori chamdi, tight blouse, nipples halke se ubhre, gaand ka curve perfect. Uska dimaag past ke flashes mein kho gaya—Rohan ka haath uski kamar par, Mausa ka forbidden sparsh. Uski chut mein dard utha, jaise uski aag cheekh rahi ho. Reception mein Arjun uske paas aaya, ek mazaak kiya, uska haath Aarohi ki kamar par halka sa laga. “Bhabhi, aap toh sabko pagal kar dogi,” usne kaha, aankhein teekhi. Aarohi ne haskar kaha, “Arjun, thodi si sharam rakho,” lekin uska jism sihar gaya, aankhein uske toned jism par thami.
Raat gehri hote hi Aarohi apne kamre mein pahunchi, suhagraat ki tayyari mein. Mirror mein khud ko dekha, lehenga ka pallu adjust kiya, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Vihaan ke saath yeh raat kaisi hogi? Uski chut mein ek geela dard tha. Kamre ke bahar se ek musky perfume ki khushbu aayi, halki si, jo Aarohi ko ek pal ke liye confuse kar gaya. “Vihaan?” usne dheere se socha, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini jagi. Woh bistar par baith gayi, payal ki chhankar kamre mein goonji, aur uski aag dheere-dheere bhadakne lagi—yeh raat uski zindagi ka pehla tufaan lane wali thi.
Aag
Chapter 2: Suhagraat aur Chhupa Tufaan
Reception ka shor dheere-dheere tham raha tha, Malhotra Mansion ke hall se guests vidai le rahe the. Aarohi apne kamre ki taraf ja rahi thi, uski red lehenga ki payal chhank rahi thi, jaise har kadam mein ek chhupi si kahani sunati hui. Lehenga ka heavy fabric uske jism par chipka hua tha—tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, gori skin par gold zari chamak rahi thi, nipples blouse ke andar se thodi si ubhari hui, jaise thand ki hawa se tight ho gayi hon. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve lehenga ke niche hil raha tha, hips ka sway har kadam mein ek seductive rhythm bana raha tha. Uski badi-badi aankhein nervous excitement se bhari thi—suhagraat ki raat, Vihaan ke saath pehli baar. Dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi, jaise itne saalon ke chhupe desires ab jagne ko taiyaar the. Kamra pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya, ghunghat le liya, aur bistar par baith gayi—haath mein choodiyan khanak rahi thi, saansein tez.
Kamra ek romantic sapne jaisa saja hua tha—deewaron par gulabon ki malaayen, bistar par rose petals bikhre hue, candlelight ki halki roshni kamre ko garam aur intimate bana rahi thi. Aarohi ka dil dhadak raha tha—usne socha Vihaan abhi aayega, uska garam sparsh, uski awaaz. Uski chut mein ek halka sa geelapan mehsoos ho raha tha, nipples blouse ke andar se ragad kha rahi thi, jaise kah rahi hon “Taiyaar ho jaa.” Woh bistar par baithi rahi, ghunghat se jhank kar darwaze ki taraf dekhti hui.
Achanak lights band ho gayi—kamre mein andhera chha gaya, sirf candles ki halki si lau reh gayi. Aarohi ka dil zor se dhadka, “Vihaan?” usne dheere se awaaz di, uski awaaz mein dar aur excitement ka mix. Darwaza khula, aur koi andar aaya—uski kadam ki awaaz, saans ki garam hawa Aarohi ke kaanon mein gunji. Woh bistar ke paas aaya, Aarohi ke honthon par ungli rakhi—garam, naram sparsh, jaise kah raha ho “Chup.” Aarohi sharma gayi, “Vihaan, tum itne shaitan ho?” usne hasi, lekin uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne mobile nikaala, aur gaana play kiya—“Kuchh na kaho, kuchh bhi na kaho…” Aarohi ka chehra laal ho gaya, dil mein ek aag si jag gayi—Vihaan ka yeh romantic andaaz usko madhosh kar raha tha.
Woh Aarohi ke paas baitha, usne Aarohi ki aankhon par ek silk patti baandh di—naram, andhera, jaise sab kuch mehsoos hone wala tha, dekhne nahi. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, “Yeh kya, Vihaan?” usne poocha, lekin uski awaaz mein maza tha. Woh chup raha, sirf uski saansein Aarohi ke gardan par mehsoos ho rahi thi, ek halka sa perfume ka smell—musky, familiar, lekin Aarohi ke dimaag mein Vihaan ka naam hi tha. Usne Aarohi ka ghunghat uthaya, honthon par kiss kiya—dheere, naram, phir dheere-dheere passionate. Zuban se zuban takraayi, saliva ka sweet-salty taste, Aarohi ki saansein ruk gayi. Uski choochiyan blouse mein tight ho gayi, nipples ragad kha rahi thi, chut mein geela ehsaas badh gaya. Aarohi ne apne haath uske seene par rakhe, muscular chest mehsoos ki, shirt ke buttons ke niche ek garam jism, “Vihaan, tum… aaah,” usne siskari bhari, lekin woh nahi ruka.
Usne Aarohi ke lehenga ka pallu khincha, blouse ke buttons dheere se khole—ek-ek karke, jaise ek raaz khol raha ho. Blouse khula, pink lace bra mein ubhri hui choochiyan saaf dikh gayi—nipples jhank rahe the. Usne bra ka hook khola, choochiyan bahar aayi—gori, mulayam, 34C, nipples pink aur tight, jaise hawa se kaanp rahi hon. Aarohi ka jism garam ho gaya, “Vihaan, dheere…” lekin woh uski choochiyon par haath phirane laga, nipples ko ungliyon se twist kiya, halka sa daba diya. Aarohi ne apne haath uske baalon mein daale, usko kheench kar paas laayi, “Aur, please…” usne whisper kiya, apni marzi se uski choochi uske muh mein daali. Woh chusne laga, zor se, zuban se nipple par circle banaya, daant se halka kaata. Aarohi ka pehla orgasm aane laga—choochiyon ke intense sparsh se, uski chut geeli ho gayi, panty mein daag pad gaya, jism kaanp raha tha, “Aaah, main jhad rahi hoon!” usne cheekha, hips hil gayi, chut se paani nikal aaya, panty soakh gayi, lehenga ke niche geela daag.
Woh Aarohi ko bistar par litaya, lehenga ka nada khola, lehenga niche sarakaya—panties geeli, chut ka outline dikh raha tha, pink fabric transparent ho gaya tha. Usne panty niche kheench di, Aarohi ki shaved chut khuli—pink lips swollen, geeli chamakti hui, clit ubhri hui, jaise maza maang rahi ho. Woh muh niche laya, zuban se chaatne laga—clit par tez, circle banate hue, Aarohi ki gaand hil rahi thi, hips upar uth rahi thi. Aarohi ne uske baalon ko pakda, uska muh apni chut par dabaya, “Aur tez, Vihaan, chus lo mujhe!” usne demand kiya, apni marzi se. Woh do ungliyan daali, andar-bahar, chut ki walls stretch karti hui, clit ko zuban se ragadta hua. Aarohi ka dusra orgasm aaya—clit ke stimulation aur ungliyon ke dhakko se, uski chut ne paani chhod diya, squirt kiya, bistar geela ho gaya, “Oh god, aaah, main phir jhad rahi hoon!” Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, saansein ruk gayi, lekin woh abhi bhi garam thi, apni gaand uske muh par ragadne lagi, “Aur, mujhe aur chahiye!”
Woh Aarohi ko ulta kiya, gaand upar, lehenga ka bacha hua fabric side mein. Uski gaand gol, firm, gori, ek perfect curve. Woh kiss kiya, thappad maara—laal nishan ban gaya, Aarohi ne moan kiya, “Vihaan, aur…” usne apni gaand peeche dhakeli, uski marzi se, jaise maza maang rahi ho. Woh gaand par zuban phera, dheere se rimming kiya, phir ungli daali, tez, andar-bahar. Aarohi ka teesra orgasm aaya—gaand ke sparsh aur zuban se, uski chut se dobara paani nikal aaya, “Aaah, main jhad rahi hoon, please!” usne chillaya, jism hil raha tha, saansein tez, chut se paani tapak raha tha, bistar par geela daag badh gaya.
Ab woh khada hua, Aarohi ne uska lund mehsoos kiya—mota, 8 inch, garam, veins ubhre hue, precum se geela. Woh bistar par baithi, blindfold ke bawajood haath se pakda, garam ehsaas, usne muh mein liya, chusne lagi—zuban se tip tease kiya, gale tak le gayi, saliva se lund geela ho gaya.
“Mmm, Vihaan, tum itne bade ho,” usne moan kiya, apni marzi se tez chusti hui, ek haath se balls dabaye. Woh uske baalon ko pakda, muh mein dheere-dheere dhakke maare, Aarohi ka saliva lund par tapka. Phir woh Aarohi ko litaya, missionary style, lund chut par ragda, tez, precum aur Aarohi ka geelapan mix ho gaya. Ek dhakka—andar ghusa. “Aaah, Vihaan, phaad do mujhe!” Aarohi ne cheekha, dard-maza mix, uski chut lund ko tight pakdi. Woh tez dhakke maare, Aarohi ne taange uske kamar par lapeti, hips upar uthayi, “Aur tez, please!” usne demand kiya, apni marzi se uske hips pakde. Aarohi ka chautha orgasm aaya—lund ke dhakko aur clit ke ragad se, uski chut ne lund ko doodh diya, paani chhod diya, “Main jhad rahi hoon, aaah!” uski aankhein band, jism kaanp raha tha.
Position change—doggy, Aarohi ghutno par, gaand upar, gori skin candlelight mein chamakti hui. Woh lund peeche se daala, tez dhakke, gaand par thappad maare—laal nishan ban gaye. Aarohi ne peeche haath badhaya, uske balls pakde, “Aur, Vihaan, gaand mein bhi!” usne apni marzi se kaha, chut ke maze mein dubi hui. Woh ungli gaand mein daali, double penetration feel, lund chut mein, ungli gaand mein, Aarohi ka paanchwa orgasm aaya—lund aur ungli ke wajah se, uski gaand aur chut kaanp gayi, “Oh fuck, main phir jhad rahi hoon!” woh chillayi, jism hil raha tha, saansein ruk gayi, chut se paani squirt kiya, bistar pura geela. Woh andar jhad diya, garam maal chut mein bhara, overflow hua, Aarohi ki thighs par tapka.
Aarohi thak kar let gayi, jism dard aur maza se bhara, saansein ab bhi tez, dil mein ek ajeeb si satisfaction lekin guilt ka ek chhota sa kaanta. Woh bistar par hi so gayi, lehenga aur bra side mein pade, jism rose petals se chipka hua, candlelight mein uski gori skin chamakti hui.
Subah, Aarohi ki aankhein khuli, silk patti ab bhi uski aankhon par thi. Usne dheere se utari, kamra roshni se bhara tha. Vihaan bed par baitha tha, suit mein, fresh aur confident. “Good morning, jaan,” usne kaha, ek diamond necklace uski taraf badhaya. “Sorry, kal raat ek urgent business call ke wajah se bahar tha. Yeh jurmana hai, aur kasar aaj raat puri karunga,” usne Aarohi ke gaal par kiss kiya, ek charming smile ke saath. Aarohi ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya—uski duniya hil gayi. Kal raat Vihaan nahi tha? Toh woh kaun tha, jisne uske jism ko aise chhua, uski chut aur gaand ko itne maze se faad diya, 4-5 baar jharwaya? Uska jism ab bhi dard aur maza se bhara tha—chootchiyon par nishan, gaand mein halka dard, chut mein ab bhi geelapan. Uska dimaag ghoom raha tha—woh kaun tha? Arjun, jo kal reception mein usko ghoorta tha? Aryan, jiska charming smile usko pareshan karta hai? Rajesh, Vihaan ka baap, jo itna authoritative hai? Ya Mohan, gardener, jo chupke se dekhta rehta hai? Usne Vihaan ki taraf dekha, uski aankhein shant lekin dil mein tufaan. “Tum… theek ho na, Vihaan?” usne dheere se kaha, apna raaz chhupate hue. “Haan, jaan, bas thodi thakan,” Vihaan ne haskar kaha, aur washroom ki taraf chala gaya.
Aarohi bistar par baithi rahi, uska haath apni chut par gaya—ab bhi geela, dard bhara. Uska dimaag us raat ke sparsh ko yaad kar raha tha—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund. Kaun tha woh? Uska dil shak aur dar se bhar gaya, lekin usne apne aap ko sambhala—yeh raaz usko khud hi suljhana hoga, bina kisi ko bataye. Yeh suhagraat uski zindagi ka sabse bada tufaan banne wala tha.
Aag
Chapter 3: Suhaagdin ka Dhokha
Subah ki roshni Malhotra Mansion ke sheeshe ki khidkiyon se chhan rahi thi, lekin Aarohi ke kamre mein ek andhera sa chhaya hua tha. Woh bistar par baithi thi, kal raat ka red lehenga abhi bhi uske jism par lapeta hua, rose petals uski gori chamdi par chipke hue. Uski chut mein ek halka sa dard tha, thighs par suhagraat ki raat ka geelapan sookh chuka tha, lekin choochiyon par laal nishan aur gaand mein halki si jalan us raat ki yaad dila rahe the. Uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, dimaag mein ek tufaan—woh kaun tha? Vihaan toh raat bhar business call par tha, toh woh kaun tha jisne uske jism ko aise chhua, uski chut aur gaand ko itne maze se faad diya, 4-5 baar jharwaya? Aarohi ka haath apni chut par gaya, ab bhi thodi si geeli, aur usne aankhein band ki—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund. Kaun tha woh? Arjun, jo kal reception mein usko teekhi nazron se dekhta tha? Aryan, jiska boyish charm usko pareshan karta hai? Rajesh, Vihaan ka baap, jo itna authoritative hai? Ya Mohan, gardener, jo chupke se usko dekhta rehta hai?
Vihaan washroom se nikla, suit mein fresh, lekin aankhein thakan se bhari. “Jaan, kal raat ke liye sorry, business call ne rukne nahi diya,” usne kaha, Aarohi ke gaal par ek kiss dete hue. “Par aaj din humara hai—suhagraat na sahi, suhaagdin toh mana lete hain,” usne kaha, ek naughty smile ke saath. Aarohi ka dil dhadka, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—kal raat ka shock ab bhi uske dimaag mein tha, lekin woh Vihaan ke saath waqt bitana chahti thi, shayad uski aag ko shant karne ke liye. “Theek hai, Vihaan,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske muscular frame par thami—kya yeh wahi jism tha jo kal raat uske upar tha? Nahi, Vihaan toh wahan tha hi nahi.
Vihaan ne Aarohi ko bistar par kheench liya, uski saree ka pallu khincha, blouse ke buttons khole. Aarohi ka jism garam ho gaya, lekin uska dimaag kal raat ke flashbacks mein kho gaya—woh intense sparsh, woh zordaar dhakke. Vihaan ne uski bra utari, uski 34C choochiyan khuli, nipples pink aur tight. Usne unko chhua, chusa, lekin jaldi-jaldi, jaise woh kisi deadline par ho. Aarohi ne apne haath uske baalon mein daale, “Vihaan, dheere…” usne kaha, lekin uska dil kahin aur tha. Vihaan ne uski saree niche kheench di, panty utari, aur apna lund—6 inch, garam—uski chut par ragda.
Ek dhakka, aur andar ghusa. Aarohi ne moan kiya, “Aaah, Vihaan…” lekin uska jism us intense maze ko doondh raha tha jo kal raat usko mila tha.
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Vihaan ke dhakke tez the, lekin jaldi khatam ho gaye—10 minute mein woh jhad gaya, Aarohi ki chut mein garam maal chhod diya, lekin Aarohi ka orgasm nahi aaya. Woh bistar par leti rahi, jism garam, lekin dil khali. Vihaan ne thak kar usko gale lagaya, “I hope tumhara pehla experience achcha raha hoga,” usne kaha, ek thaki si muskan ke saath.
Aarohi ne sirf ek muskan di, lekin uska dimaag cheekh raha tha—Pehla? Tumse pehle tumhari biwi ke saath koi aur suhagraat mana chuka, aur usse bhi pehle… Uska dil shak aur guilt ke saaye mein doob gaya, lekin usne apna raaz chhupaya. Woh bistar se uthi, mirror ke saamne khadi hui, apni gori chamdi par Vihaan ke haathon ke nishan dekhe—lekin woh kal raat ke nishanon jaisa intense nahi the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, lekin maza nahi, sirf ek khali-pan. Yeh raat uski aag ko shant nahi kar payi, balki usko aur bhadka diya.
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