Incest Nazdeekiyon Ki Majboori - Ek Erotic Incest Katha
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A bombshell first update is dropping today.
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Bhai ek bat bolna tha agar hoo sake to kuch cosine's dal dena jeyse mausi ya bua ya cachu ka beta aur beti
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Part 1 - Update 1
Subah ki halki neeli roshni abhi phooti hi thi jab Panipat se wo silver Hyundai i20 nikli. Technically, is hatchback gaadi mein sirf panch logon ke comfortably baithne ki jagah thi, lekin aaj andar che jawan (2 Mard, 4 aurte/ladkiya, jinhone ne abhi aurat banana tha), bhare-poore aur garam jism thuse hue the.
Aage ki seat par Papa, Rajesh steering ko zor se pakde hue the, unke knuckles safed pad gaye the. Bagal mein Maa, Sunita lagatar relative ki shaadi ke intezaar mein excited thi, wo non-stop khane ki baatein kar rahi thin—"Halwai ko bol diya hai samosa crisp hona chahiye," "Gulab jamun zyada meethe na hon." Unki body perfume ki sugandh, Rose Attar, gaadi ki band, ghuti hui hawa mein engine oil, diesel aur AC ki artificial thandak ke saath ghul kar ek bhari, nasha dene wala mahaul bana raha thi.
Lekin asli kahani toh pichli seat par chal rahi thi, jahan hawa abhi se bhaari, charged aur paseene ki kacchi mehak se bhari thi.
Dimple (22), jo family ki fashionista thi, usne left window seat capture ki hui thi. Aaj uska outfit daring tha—ek tight white crop top jo uski patli kamar aur nabhi (navel) ko expose kar raha tha, aur ek denim short skirt jo baithne ki wajah se kaafi upar chadh gayi thi. Jab wo phone scroll karne ke liye aage jhukti, toh uska deep neck gravity ke saath neeche girta aur uski cleavage ki ghaati saaf dikhayi deti. Uska Vanilla body spray poore cabin mein faila hua tha.
Jyoti di (24) apne grey jumper suit mein bilkul seedhi baithi thin, kaan mein earphones aur haath mein notebook. Wo dikhne mein strict thi, par us suit ke tight fitting se uska kasa hua figure saaf pata chal raha tha. Uski khushboo talcum powder jaisi clean aur sharp thi.
Aur in sabke beech mein, sandwich bankar phansi thi Shreya di (28) (2 saal pehle marriage hui thi ek bank manager ke sath jo ek remote location mein posted hai, ye abhi Panipat mein apni family ke sath hi stay kar rahi hai).
Ghar ki badi beti hai, par jism aisa ki dekhne wale ki niyat kharab ho jaye. Blue Punjabi suit mein unka bhara hua, gadraya sharir kisi toofan ki tarah lag raha tha. Unki heavy breasts (chhatiyan) kameez ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab thin—har saans ke saath wo upar-neeche hoti thin. Unke choude hips (gaand) ne seat ki saari bachi-kuchi jagah gher rakhi thi.
Space itna kam tha ki unki right thigh Vishal (25) (jo right corner window mein dubka hua tha) ki jeans wali taang se buri tarah chipki hui thi. Sirf chipki nahi thi, balki dhansi hui thi.
Ye contact pehle kilometer se hi unavoidable tha. Shreya ki Jasmine perfume ki khushboo—jo ab unke paseene aur garam skin ki natural musk ke saath mil gayi thi—Vishal ke dimaag par chadne lagi thi.
"Bas thoda adjust kar lo," Shreya ne dheere se fusfusaya aur hilne ki koshish ki.
Par jagah thi kahan? Is koshish mein unki naram, maansal (fleshy) jaangh, Vishal ki sakht, muscular taang mein aur zor se dhans gayi. Ragad itni gehari thi ki fabric ke aar-paar dono ko ek-dusre ki body heat mehsoos hui.
"Ahhh… behenchod, kya maans hai Didi ka," Vishal ne mann mein socha, apni mutthi bheench li.
Vishal ne apni awaaz normal rakhne ki koshish ki, "Haan Didi, no problem." Par andar hi andar uski dhadkan tez ho gayi thi. Shreya ki body ki garmi suit ke fabric se nikal kar seedha uski skin ko jala rahi thi. Ek lagatar dabaav tha jisne uske lund mein hulchul macha di thi. Wo phone par mindless swipe kar raha tha, par dhyan sirf us ragad par tha. Har pothole par jab gaadi hilti, Shreya ki bhaari thigh uske lund ke base par ek slow, rhythmic friction deti.
Shreya ko bhi pata tha kya ho raha hai. Wo anjaan nahi thi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska bhai uske touch se kaise akad raha hai, par usne hatne ke bajaye wahi rehna sahi samjha.
Tabhi highway ka pehla bada gaddha aaya. Thud!
Gaadi zor se uchhli. Balance banane ke liye Shreya ka poora haath Vishal ki thigh (inner thigh) par pada—seedha muscle par, lund se bas kuch inch door.
Wo ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi.
Waqt jaise ruk gaya.
Uski hatheli ne wahan ki sakhti aur garmi ko mehsoos kiya. Uski ungliyan Vishal ki jeans ke rough denim par thi, par garmi aar-paar ho rahi thi.
"Oops… sorry, Vishal," usne halki, bhaari saans ke saath kaha aur haath dheere se peeche khincha. Par hatate waqt uske lambe, painted naakhun Vishal ki inner thigh par ek sensation chhod gaye, jaise kisi ne wahan current laga diya ho.
Vishal ne thook nigla. "Koi baat nahi, Didi," uski awaaz phati hui thi. Andar uski body ek jhatke ke saath twitch hui. Uska lund ab poori tarah jaag chuka tha, jeans mein tambu ban chuka tha.
Ye galat hai, par rukna nahi chahiye, kitna maja aa raha hai, usne socha, aur apni position thodi change ki taaki wo pressure chhupa sake, par pressure hataya nahi.
Delhi ka traffic unhe nigal chuka tha. Ab Shreya ki thigh poori tarah Vishal ke leg par thi, dono ke paseene ne kapdon ko chipka diya tha. "Uff… ye garmi… koi paani do na," usne dupatta hataya aur hawa karne lagi.
Dupatta hat-te hi uska deep cleavage ek pal ke liye nanga ho gaya—paseene se chamakte hue do gore gole jo aapas mein satte hue the. Vishal ki nazar wahi jam gayi, phir mushkil se hati. Bottle pass karte waqt unki ungliyan touch hui—aur wo touch zaroorat se thoda zyada lamba chala, jaise Shreya ne jaan-boojh kar uski ungli dabayi ho.
Usne dheere-dheere paani piya. Gardan peeche karke.
Ek shararati boond uske honthon se phisli, thuddi par aayi, aur wahan se seedha uski cleavage ki gehri ghaati mein ja giri.
Vishal bebas hokar us boond ko neeche jaate hue dekhta raha. Dil mein ek hi khayal aaya—Kaash main wo boond hota.
Cabin ki hawa ab bhari ho chuki thi—Jasmine, soap, Vanilla, powder, leather—aur in sabke beech ek aisi garmi thi jo AC bhi thanda nahi kar pa raha tha—wo garmi thi unke dabe hue jazbaaton ki bhookh ki.
Subah ki halki neeli roshni abhi phooti hi thi jab Panipat se wo silver Hyundai i20 nikli. Technically, is hatchback gaadi mein sirf panch logon ke comfortably baithne ki jagah thi, lekin aaj andar che jawan (2 Mard, 4 aurte/ladkiya, jinhone ne abhi aurat banana tha), bhare-poore aur garam jism thuse hue the.
Aage ki seat par Papa, Rajesh steering ko zor se pakde hue the, unke knuckles safed pad gaye the. Bagal mein Maa, Sunita lagatar relative ki shaadi ke intezaar mein excited thi, wo non-stop khane ki baatein kar rahi thin—"Halwai ko bol diya hai samosa crisp hona chahiye," "Gulab jamun zyada meethe na hon." Unki body perfume ki sugandh, Rose Attar, gaadi ki band, ghuti hui hawa mein engine oil, diesel aur AC ki artificial thandak ke saath ghul kar ek bhari, nasha dene wala mahaul bana raha thi.
Lekin asli kahani toh pichli seat par chal rahi thi, jahan hawa abhi se bhaari, charged aur paseene ki kacchi mehak se bhari thi.
Dimple (22), jo family ki fashionista thi, usne left window seat capture ki hui thi. Aaj uska outfit daring tha—ek tight white crop top jo uski patli kamar aur nabhi (navel) ko expose kar raha tha, aur ek denim short skirt jo baithne ki wajah se kaafi upar chadh gayi thi. Jab wo phone scroll karne ke liye aage jhukti, toh uska deep neck gravity ke saath neeche girta aur uski cleavage ki ghaati saaf dikhayi deti. Uska Vanilla body spray poore cabin mein faila hua tha.
Jyoti di (24) apne grey jumper suit mein bilkul seedhi baithi thin, kaan mein earphones aur haath mein notebook. Wo dikhne mein strict thi, par us suit ke tight fitting se uska kasa hua figure saaf pata chal raha tha. Uski khushboo talcum powder jaisi clean aur sharp thi.
Aur in sabke beech mein, sandwich bankar phansi thi Shreya di (28) (2 saal pehle marriage hui thi ek bank manager ke sath jo ek remote location mein posted hai, ye abhi Panipat mein apni family ke sath hi stay kar rahi hai).
Ghar ki badi beti hai, par jism aisa ki dekhne wale ki niyat kharab ho jaye. Blue Punjabi suit mein unka bhara hua, gadraya sharir kisi toofan ki tarah lag raha tha. Unki heavy breasts (chhatiyan) kameez ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab thin—har saans ke saath wo upar-neeche hoti thin. Unke choude hips (gaand) ne seat ki saari bachi-kuchi jagah gher rakhi thi.
Space itna kam tha ki unki right thigh Vishal (25) (jo right corner window mein dubka hua tha) ki jeans wali taang se buri tarah chipki hui thi. Sirf chipki nahi thi, balki dhansi hui thi.
Ye contact pehle kilometer se hi unavoidable tha. Shreya ki Jasmine perfume ki khushboo—jo ab unke paseene aur garam skin ki natural musk ke saath mil gayi thi—Vishal ke dimaag par chadne lagi thi.
"Bas thoda adjust kar lo," Shreya ne dheere se fusfusaya aur hilne ki koshish ki.
Par jagah thi kahan? Is koshish mein unki naram, maansal (fleshy) jaangh, Vishal ki sakht, muscular taang mein aur zor se dhans gayi. Ragad itni gehari thi ki fabric ke aar-paar dono ko ek-dusre ki body heat mehsoos hui.
"Ahhh… behenchod, kya maans hai Didi ka," Vishal ne mann mein socha, apni mutthi bheench li.
Vishal ne apni awaaz normal rakhne ki koshish ki, "Haan Didi, no problem." Par andar hi andar uski dhadkan tez ho gayi thi. Shreya ki body ki garmi suit ke fabric se nikal kar seedha uski skin ko jala rahi thi. Ek lagatar dabaav tha jisne uske lund mein hulchul macha di thi. Wo phone par mindless swipe kar raha tha, par dhyan sirf us ragad par tha. Har pothole par jab gaadi hilti, Shreya ki bhaari thigh uske lund ke base par ek slow, rhythmic friction deti.
Shreya ko bhi pata tha kya ho raha hai. Wo anjaan nahi thi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska bhai uske touch se kaise akad raha hai, par usne hatne ke bajaye wahi rehna sahi samjha.
Tabhi highway ka pehla bada gaddha aaya. Thud!
Gaadi zor se uchhli. Balance banane ke liye Shreya ka poora haath Vishal ki thigh (inner thigh) par pada—seedha muscle par, lund se bas kuch inch door.
Wo ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi.
Waqt jaise ruk gaya.
Uski hatheli ne wahan ki sakhti aur garmi ko mehsoos kiya. Uski ungliyan Vishal ki jeans ke rough denim par thi, par garmi aar-paar ho rahi thi.
"Oops… sorry, Vishal," usne halki, bhaari saans ke saath kaha aur haath dheere se peeche khincha. Par hatate waqt uske lambe, painted naakhun Vishal ki inner thigh par ek sensation chhod gaye, jaise kisi ne wahan current laga diya ho.
Vishal ne thook nigla. "Koi baat nahi, Didi," uski awaaz phati hui thi. Andar uski body ek jhatke ke saath twitch hui. Uska lund ab poori tarah jaag chuka tha, jeans mein tambu ban chuka tha.
Ye galat hai, par rukna nahi chahiye, kitna maja aa raha hai, usne socha, aur apni position thodi change ki taaki wo pressure chhupa sake, par pressure hataya nahi.
Delhi ka traffic unhe nigal chuka tha. Ab Shreya ki thigh poori tarah Vishal ke leg par thi, dono ke paseene ne kapdon ko chipka diya tha. "Uff… ye garmi… koi paani do na," usne dupatta hataya aur hawa karne lagi.
Dupatta hat-te hi uska deep cleavage ek pal ke liye nanga ho gaya—paseene se chamakte hue do gore gole jo aapas mein satte hue the. Vishal ki nazar wahi jam gayi, phir mushkil se hati. Bottle pass karte waqt unki ungliyan touch hui—aur wo touch zaroorat se thoda zyada lamba chala, jaise Shreya ne jaan-boojh kar uski ungli dabayi ho.
Usne dheere-dheere paani piya. Gardan peeche karke.
Ek shararati boond uske honthon se phisli, thuddi par aayi, aur wahan se seedha uski cleavage ki gehri ghaati mein ja giri.
Vishal bebas hokar us boond ko neeche jaate hue dekhta raha. Dil mein ek hi khayal aaya—Kaash main wo boond hota.
Cabin ki hawa ab bhari ho chuki thi—Jasmine, soap, Vanilla, powder, leather—aur in sabke beech ek aisi garmi thi jo AC bhi thanda nahi kar pa raha tha—wo garmi thi unke dabe hue jazbaaton ki bhookh ki.
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Bahot lambi story hai, pehle sagi behan ki lega, fir bahot expand hogi, crime bhi, thriller bhi
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Yahi ummid he aap se bhai
Bohot lamba leke jana plz
Aur ek request story ekhi admi ka sex dikha boor mat kardena bhai plz
Hero ek hi rahe par sex aalag alag logo ka bhi dalna