dosto app log kaise hai main shikhar thapa kathmandu(nepal)se ek khani lekar aya hu. Ye kahani meri mama ke ghar ki hai mein waha garmi ki chuti mein gaya hua tha . rat ko mai apne bister per leta hua tha aur achanak mera ankh manju par para. Us samay kamare me ek night lamp jal raha tha aur manju sirf petticoat aur blouse pahane hue thee. Petticoat manju ke ghutne ke upar tak charha hua tha aur uski ek tang, jangh tak, nangee thee. “didi, kya kar rahi ho”. “bahut garmi hai, nind nahi aa rahi hai”. “mai tumhare bed par aa jaon”. “aa jao” mai turant didi ke bister per chala gaya aur didi ke bagal me jakar let gaya. Us samay mai sirf short pahane hue tha aur upar kuch nahee tha. Mere dimag me ek bat ghum rahee ki mami na sahi mai apni didi ki sundar shareer se khelunga. Thori der ke bad didi mujhse boli, “tum mard log kitne lucky ho, jab tum log chaho apne kapare utar sakte ho.” maine phauran didi se bola, “kaun tumhe rok raha hai, darwaja band hai aur agar tum chaho to tum bhi apne kapare utar saktee ho.” didi mere bat sun kar mere taraf karwat badal kar apni nangee tang mere upar charha diya aur mere chatee par apna hath malane lagee. Mai bhi apna ek hath didi ki peeth par rakh kar unko lipta liya. Thori der ke bad didi boli, “bahut garmee hai, lekin mujhko kapare utarne me sharam aa rahee hai. “isme sharmane ki kya bat hai? Darwaja band hai aur mai tumhara chota bhai hun” mai didi se kaha. “mujhko kya pata, eh ab tumhare upar hai, mere khayal se agar tumko garmee lag rahee hai to tumko apne kapre utar deni chahiye.” mai didi ko uksaya. Thori der tak didi kuch nahee boli. Mai apna hath didi ki nangee tang par rakh kar unki nangee jangh ko sahalane laga. Phir didi ne lete lete hi apna blose ka button khol kar blouse utar diya. Bluse ke neeche didi sahed rang ka bra pahanee hue thee.
Didi ko blouse utarte dekh kar mai garam go gaya lekin mai apne aap par kabu rakha. Maine didi se kaha, “mere teachers kahate hai ki rat ko sote waqt sharer par koi tight kapara nahee hona chahiye.” didi bhi boli, “han bhai, clas ki larkian bhi kahatee hai ki rat ke sote samay bra aur panty utar kar soni chahiye naheeto unka dag sharer par raha jata hai.” mai didi ki bat sun kar bola, “didi tab to tumko bhi bra aur panty pahan kar nahee sona chahiye.” udhar peeche mera hath didi ke peeth se hokar didi ke chutar tak pahunch chukka tha. Mai apne hathon se didi ke petticoat unke chutar ke upar tak kheench diya tha aur is samay mera hath unki jangh aur unki chutar ko sahala raha tha. Didi mere cine me pani chehera chupate hue boli, “bhai, tum maa se to nahee kahoge ki mai tumhare samne apne kapare utara tha?” mai tab didi ki chutar ko apane hath se pakar kar bola, “mai promise karta hun ki mai kabhi bhi ma ya kisi se bhi nahee kahynga ki tumne garmee ke mare mere samne apne kapare utar diya tha.” didi tab apne peeche hath le jakar apne bra ka hock khol diya aur apni bra utar dee. Ab didi bhi mere jaisa upar ke sharer se nangee ho gayee. Kamare ki halki roshni me didi ka gora badan heere ki tarah chamak raha tha. Didi ki chunchian bahut kare kare aur khare the. Is samay jabki didi meri taraf karwat le kar letee thee, unki chunchian apne bajan se neeche ke tarah lurak gayee thee. Mai apne aap ko didi ki chunchee chune se rok nahee pa raha tha.