Priya Aur uska Cousin – Summer Vacation – Hindi Sex Stories
Mera naam Priya hai.
Us saal summer vacation shuru hote hi main apne nana-nani ke purane se ghar aa gayi thi. Ghar bada tha, aangan mein peepal ka ped, peeche ek chhota sa terrace, aur raat ko jo garmi padti thi usme sirf ek cheez thandi lagti thi — Rohan ki aankhein.
Rohan mera cousin hai. Hum dono almost same age ke the. Bachpan se saath khele the, lekin us summer kuch alag ho gaya.
Pehle din hi mujhe feel hua.
Main subah uth ke kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi, toh Rohan aaya. Usne mera glass liya, lekin uski nazar mere chehre pe nahi… mere gale pe, mere shoulders pe, phir dheere se neeche. Jab meri nazar usse mili, toh woh turant dekhne se hat gaya, lekin uske kaan laal ho gaye the.
Uske baad har din main notice karne lagi.
Jab main terrace pe baith ke book padhti, toh woh aata aur “bas thandi hawa lene aaya” kehta, lekin uski aankhein meri legs pe ruk jaati. Jab main kapde dhone jaati, toh woh peeche se aake “madad chahiye?” puchta, lekin uski awaaz thodi bhaari hoti.
Main samajh gayi thi.
Rohan mujhe dekh raha tha… aur sirf cousin ki tarah nahi.
Pehle main thodi sharma gayi. Phir… mujhe maza aane laga.
Main usko notice karne lagi.
Kabhi kabhi main jaan-bujh ke uske saamne se guzarti, apne baal khule chhod deti. Ek din main thodi tight si white top pehen ke aayi, jisme thoda cleavage dikhta tha. Rohan kitchen mein tha, usne dekha… aur glass uske haath se nikal ke toot gaya. Maine sirf has diya, “Arre Rohan, itna dhyan kahan hai?”
Usne sirf “sorry” bola, lekin uski aankhon mein jo bhook thi, woh main padh rahi thi.
Raat ko late terrace pe jaati, uske paas baith jaati. Kabhi apna sir uske shoulder pe rakh deti, “thak gayi hoon” keh ke. Uske body se garmi aati thi, aur uski saansein thodi tez ho jaati. Main uske haath pe apna haath rakh deti, dheere se ungliyan uski ungliyon mein phasa deti.
Ek din subah ki baat hai.
Main bathroom se nikal ke apne kamre mein aa rahi thi, sirf towel mein. Rohan corridor mein tha. Meri nazar usse mili. Usne dheere se kaha, “Priya… towel…”
Maine has ke kaha, “Kya hua? Dekh liya toh? Ab soch mat, dekh le acche se.” aur seedha apne kamre mein chali gayi, door thoda sa khula chhod diya.
Phir woh din aaya.
Shaam ko hum dono aangan mein peepal ke neeche baithhe the. Main apne phone pe scroll kar rahi thi, Rohan mere bagal mein. Hawa tez chal rahi thi, mere baal ud rahe the. Main apne baal theek karne ke liye haath uthaya, toh mera haath galti se apne hi boob pe lag gaya — thoda forcefully.
Rohan bilkul saamne tha.
Usne dekha.
Mere haath ka touch apne hi boob pe… aur main usse dekh rahi thi.
Main haath nahi hatai.
Bas uski aankhon mein dekhti rahi.
Phir dheere se has diya, “Baal fas gaye the… lekin tujhe pasand aaya na?”
Uske baad silence pad gaya.
Us silence mein sab kuch clear ho gaya.
Us raat terrace pe hum dono akele the.
Bijli nahi thi, sirf chandni.
Rohan ne mera haath pakda. Is baar uska haath kaamp raha tha.
“Priya… main tujhe dekh ke pagal ho raha hoon,” usne dheere se kaha.
Maine uska haath apne gale pe rakh diya. “Toh pagal ho ja. Aaj raat tujhe rokne wali nahi hoon.”
Usne pehle mera chehra dono haathon mein liya, phir chumma. Pehle soft… phir deep. Uske lips meri gardan pe, meri collarbone pe, phir dheere se neeche. Maine uska haath apne boob pe rakh diya.
“Rohan… isko ache se chhu… mat sharma,” maine uske kaan mein kaha.
Usne meri top dheere se upar ki. Uske haath thande the, lekin uske touch mein itni pyas thi ki main kaamp uthi. Usne pehle soft soft touch kiya, phir thoda tight. Maine uske baal pakad liye jab usne muh se chhua.
“Fuck… Priya, yeh itne soft kaise hain…” usne dheere se kaha, muh mere nipple pe leke.
Maine uska muh aur tightly apne boob pe daba diya. “Aur zor se chus… haan, aise hi.”
Phir hum dono ne kapde utaare.
Garmi itni thi ki pasina beeh raha tha.
Pehli baar andar lene ka feeling:
Rohan ne mujhe apne upar bitha liya. Main uske upar thi, uski kamar pakde hue. Usne apna lund mere chut pe ragda, dheere-dheere. Main geeli ho chuki thi.
“Rohan… andar daal… ab mat tadpa,” maine uske seene pe sir rakh ke kaha.
Usne dheere se push kiya.
Pehle sirf tip… phir thoda aur.
Main itni tight thi ki usko andar jaate time lag raha tha.
Woh feeling… pehli baar kisi ke andar hone ka… jaise kuch bada, garam, aur hard meri body ke andar dheere-dheere ghus raha ho. Thoda dard, lekin uske saath itna intense pleasure ki meri saansein ruk gayi.
“Ahhh… Rohan… dheere… abhi thoda dard ho raha hai…”
Usne ruk ke mera chehra chuma. “Bol, ruk jaun?”
Maine uski kamar tightly pakad li. “Nahi… andar le ja… poora.”
Usne ek slow, deep thrust diya.
Uske lund ne meri chut ko completely bhar diya.
Main uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke kaamp uthi. Woh feeling… itna full, itna deep, jaise meri body uske liye bani ho.
“Fuck Priya… tu itni tight hai… main pagal ho jaunga,” usne mere kaan mein kaha.
Main uske upar hilne lagi.
“Haan… aise hi… deep le… mera naam lete hue chod.”
Position 1 – Cowgirl (main upar)
Main uske upar baithi, uski kamar pakde, aur khud control mein thi.
Rohan ke haath mere boobs pe the, tight.
Main upar-neeche ho rahi thi, uska lund har baar deep andar ja raha tha.
“Rohan… dekh kaise le rahi hoon tera lund… pasand aa raha hai?”
“Haan baby… itna tight… itna garam… mat ruk, aur tez.”
Maine uske nipples pinch kiye. “Bol… kiska lund le rahi hoon?”
“Tera cousin ka… Priya… tera cousin tujhe chod raha hai.”
Position 2 – Missionary (main neeche, uske upar)
Usne mujhe neeche litaya. Mere legs uske shoulders pe.
Woh dheere-dheere deep thrust de raha tha, har baar poora andar.
“Priya… teri chut itni geeli ho gayi hai… sun, kaise awaaz aa rahi hai.”
Maine uske baal pakad liye. “Zor se chod… aaj raat meri chut teri hai.”
Usne ek hard thrust diya. “Bol na… kya bol rahi hai?”
“Chod mujhe… apni cousin ko chod… zor se…”
Position 3 – From behind (doggy)
Usne mujhe ghumaya, peeche se pakda.
Mere haath peepal ki railing pe the, woh peeche se andar ghus raha tha.
“Rohan… aahh… itna deep… mat nikal, andar hi rakh.”
Usne mere baal pakad ke peeche khinche. “Priya… teri yeh gaand bhi itni sexy hai… dekh kaise hil rahi hai.”
Maine peeche mud ke dekha. “Sirf dekh mat… chod… apni cousin ki chut ko phad de aaj.”
Usne ek hard slap diya meri gaand pe. “Aise bolti rahegi toh main control nahi kar paunga.”
Position 4 – Standing against the wall
Aakhri mein usne mujhe wall ke against khada kar diya.
Mere ek leg uske kamar pe, uska lund andar, aur woh mujhe uthaye hue chod raha tha.
“Rohan… pakad tight… gir jaungi…”
“Nahi giregi… main pakad ke rakhunga… bas teri awaaz nikalte reh.”
Maine uske kandhe pe daant gira diya. “Ahhh… fuck… itna deep… Rohan… main aane wali hoon…”
Usne aur tez kiya. “Saath mein aa… meri Priya… saath mein jhad.”
Woh raat sirf sex nahi thi.
Woh raat pehli baar thi jab hum dono ne ek doosre ko as a man and woman feel kiya.
Rohan ke haath mere body pe itne care se ghoom rahe the, jaise woh kuch tootne se bacha raha ho. Main uske seene pe sir rakh ke uski heartbeat sun rahi thi.
Uske baad har raat almost yahi hota.
Kabhi uske kamre mein, locked door ke peeche.
Kabhi mere.
Kabhi peepal ke ped ke peeche andhere mein.
Kabhi main usko seduce karti — sirf uski shirt pehen ke, neeche kuch nahi.
Kabhi woh mujhe wall ke against khada karke karta.
Kabhi itna rough ki main uske kandhe pe daant gira deti.
Kabhi itna soft ki lagta tha jaise hum love bana rahe hain.
Ek raat maine usse kaha, “Rohan… yeh galat hai na?”
Usne mera chehra uthaya, aankhon mein dekha, aur bola, “Mujhe pata hai. Lekin jab tu mere paas aati hai, toh main galat-sahi sochna band kar deta hoon. Aur jab teri chut mere lund ko itni tight pakadti hai… toh main sirf tujhe chodna chahta hoon.”
Vacation ke aakhri hafte tak hum dono itne close ho chuke the ki alag hona mushkil lag raha tha.
Jab main wapas jaane lagi, toh Rohan ne mujhe aakhri baar terrace pe chuma. Lamba, gehra, jaise woh mujhe yaad rakhna chahta ho.
Ab jab bhi garmi aati hai, mujhe woh peepal, woh terrace, aur Rohan ke haath yaad aa jaate hain.
Aur kabhi-kabhi late night, jab main akeli hoti hoon, toh main ab bhi uske messages ka wait karti hoon.