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Hi! Amar naam Partho hochhe aar amake barite sabai Bablu bole dake. Amar boyesh praye 21 bachar hochhe. Amar didir naam Renu hochhe aar didir boyish praye 26 bachor. Didi amar theke praye 5 bachor baro hochhe. Amra ekta middle class family aar ekta choto flate Kolkata te thaki. Amader bari ta choto, tate ekta hall/dining room duto bedromm aar ekta kitchen ache. Amader barite bathroom bolte khali ekta aar tate sabai jaye. Amader baba aar maa dujoneyee chakri kore. Didi amake Bablu bole dake. Aar ami take didi boli. Shuru shuru te ami sexer bishoye bishesh kichu jantam na. Karon ami kakhono co-education te poronee aar amader barir kache pithe kono meye amar boyshee chilo na. Tai ami ekhono kono meyer songe sexer maza nee ni aar ami kono din kono nengto meye dekhe chee. Haan ami kakhono kakhono prono magazine te nengto meyer chobi dekhechee. Jakahan amar boyish 14 holo takhon amar modhe meyeder pratee akarshan jagte laglo. Amar chokher samne khali amar Renu didi chilo. Didi matha te praye amar saman chilo, gayer rang besh farsha, lal tuktuke patla thont duto, matha te lamba ghono kalo chool, dekhte aar figure ta anekta Hindi cinemar Zeenat Aman moton. Haan didi mayee gulo besh chunchlo aar baro baro aar segulo ke dekhleye mone hoye je ekhkhuni hathe niye chatkaee.

Amar ekhono mone achche je ami amar jiboner prothon keenchee didi nam niye. Ek robibare jeyee didi bathroom theke berulo ami chat kore bathroome dhuke gelam aar taratari amar jama kapor gule phelte laglam. Amar khoob jore pechchab peye chilo. Pechchab korar por ami amar dhon ta niye khelte laglam. Hatat amar chokh porlo didir khule phela kapor gulor opor. Dekhi je didi chan korar por nijer gayer nightgown ta rakha ache. Ami jeyee nightgown ta tullam to dekhlam je tar talaye didir kalo ronger bra ta pore ache. Ami jeyee didir kalo ronger bra ta hathe nilam amar laura ta apna apni khara hote laglo. Ami nightgown ta tullam aar tar theke didir neel ronger panty ta pore gelo. Ami khunke panty ta tule nilam. Eibar amar ek hathe diir bra aar anno hathe didir panty ta chilo.

Ohh Bhagawan! Didir anatarbas gulo hathe niye ki bhison maza lagte laglo. Ami bujhte parchilam je eii bra ta kichukhon aage porjonto didir mayee te lege chilo aar eii panty ta kichukhon aage didur guuder songe lepte chilo. Ami ei katha gulo bhabhchilam aar bhetor bhetor garam hochhillam. Ami bujhte parchilam na ami didir bra aar panty gulo niye ki kori? Ami bra aar panty ta niye ghuriye phiriye sab dik theke chulam, chumu khelam, chatlam aar na jani ki ki korlam. Ami bra aar panty ta amar khola barar opor ghoslam. Bra ta ke niye amar booker oopor rakhlam. Ami amar kkhara barar oopore didir panty ta porlam. Porar songe songe seta amar bara oopore tent moton hoye thaklo. Tarpore ami didir nightgown ta bathroomer dewaler songe ekta hangere te tangalam. Tarpor kapor tanganor clip diye bra ta booker kache atke dilam aar panty ta nightgowner majhkhane atke dilam. Eibar amar mone kote laglo je didi bathroomer dewalr kache danriye amake tar bra aar panty ta dekhache. Ami taratari giye didir bra ta chuste laglam aar mone mone bahbhte laglam je ami didir mayee chuschee. Ami amar khara leura ta didir panty te ghoste laglam aar mone mone bhabhte laglam je ami didir guude leura ta dhukiye didi ke chudchee. Ami eto garam hoye giyechilam je amar bara ta bhishob bhabhe phule giyechilo aar khanik pore bara theke jiboner prothom mal beriye gelo. Amar bara theke beruno pheda te didir bra aar panty bhije gelo. Sei dinprothom bar amar mal berulo aar ta berulo didi nam kore.

Amar prothom mal beruno ta eto beshi chilo je amar paa duto jawab diye dilo aarami nijer payer oopor danrate parchilam na. Amar chokher samne andhokar hoye giyechillo. Ami chupchap bathroome bose porlam. Kichukhon pore ami suth hote ami uthe taratari chan korete shuru kore dilam. Showere chan kore ami besh fresh hoye gelam. Chan korar por ami didir nightgown ta dewal theke nabiye tar theke bra aar panty duto khule nilam aar segulo theke amar mal gulo jal diye dhuye dilam aar segulo jekhane chilo ami abar theke rekhe dilam. Sedin kar por theke amar laura kheenchar somaye didir bra aar panty niye nitam. Haan, eirakon kore kheenchar suyog khali robibare hoto. Kenona, robibare ami didir chan korar chan kortam. Robibare ami ghum bhangar pore chupchap shoye thaktan aar dekhtam je kakhon didi bathroome jaye. Jeyee didi bathroome jeto ami bichana theke uthe portam aar didi bathroom theke berule ami jhat kore bathrrome dhuke portam. Amar maa aar baba roz sakal sakal bela bichana chere ditto aar jakhon ami uthtam takhon maa kitchene jalkhabar ranna korte thakto aar baba baire balcone te bose paper porte thakto ba bazare giye dinkar bazaar korto. Robibar ta chere ami jakhoni bara kheenchtam takhoni bhabhtam je ami amar bara ta didir ras bhora chamchamer moto guude dhukiye thapachhee. Shuru shuru te ami khali bhabhtam je jakhon didi nengto hoye tkhon dekhte kemon lage? Pher ami ei bhabhte laglam je didir guude bara dhukiye thapate kemon lagbe. Ami kakhono kakhono sapno te didi ke nengto kore chudtam aar jakhon ghum bhangto takhon dekhtanm je ami amar bichanate shoye achee aar amar under pant ta puro puri bheeje geche. Ami kakhono amar moner katha ba amar sapnor katha kauke bolini ba didi amar kono katha janto na.

Ami amar schooler parashona shesh kore college jete laglam. College te kichu meye bondhu hoye gelo. Du ekta meye bondhur songe ami ek du bar choda chudir anando nite laglam. Ami jakhoni kono meye bondhu ke chudtam takhon ami bhabhtam je mara bara ta amar didir ras bhortee guude dhokano achche. Ami bar bar chesta kortam je amar mon ta didi opor theke sore jak kintu ta hochchillo na. Amar mon ghure phire bar bar didir dike chole jeto. Ami dine 24 ghanta didi bishoye aar didi ke chudbar bayapare bhabhte thaktam. Ami jato khon bari te thaktam ami didir dike takiye thaktam, kintu amar moner bayapar ta didi kichu janto na. Jakhon didi nijer jama kapor charto ba maar songe kitchen kichu kaj korto ami chup chap didi ke dekhtam aar kakhono kakhono ami didir booker sundor gol gol aar khara khara mayee gulo dekhte petam, obishee blouser oopor theke. Didir songe choto flate thakate amar kakhono kakhono khuub labh hoto. Kakhono akhono amar hath didir gaye lege jeto. Ami sab samaye didir gol gol aar khara khara mayee aar pacha chonbar janno pagol hoye thaktam.

Amar khali someyte ami balcony te danriye rastar lok der dekhtam aar jakhon amar didi amar pashe danrato ami tar mayee dhire dhire choonbar janno chesta kortam. Amader barir balcony ta besh shoru chilo aar emon chilo je tar puro lambai ta amader galeer dike chilo aar tar shoru kona te danrale rasta dekha jeto. Balcony ta eto shoru chilo je dujon lok pasha pashi ga ghenshe danriye rasta dekhte peto. Ami jakhon balcony te danriye rasta dekhtam takhon amar hath duto booker oopor bendhe rakhe balconeer railinge bhor diye rasta dekhtam. Kakhono kakhono didi amar pashe eshe danrato. Ami ektu shore giye didi ke danrate ditam. Ami emon aste kore ghure danratam je didi ke amar songe gaye ga lagiye danrate hoto. Didir baro baro mayee duto amar booker eshe lagto. Amar hather angul gulo jegulo railinger oopore thakto didir mayee te chuunto. Ami amar angul gulo aste aste didir mayeer oopore bolatam aar didi ei bayapar ta janto na. Ami angul diye chuunye chuunye dekhtam je didir mayee duto kato narom aar molayam kintu tobuo didir mayee duto sab samaye khara hoye thakto. Kakhono kakhono ami amar hath diye didir pacah duto chuuntam. Jakhon didi amar pashe eshe danratao ami eorakom kore didir sexy sharir ta sate aste chuntam.

Ami jantam je amad didi amar bayapar kichu bojhe na. Ami jantam je didi eta bujhto na je tar choto bhai tar sharirer anache kanache ichche kore hath lagaye aar bhai take ekebare ulongo dekhte chai, take nengto kore chudte chai. Kintu ami bhool jantam. Ekdin didi amake dhore nilo. Seyee din kitchene giye kapor change korchilo. Hall aar kitcheners majhkaher parda ta ektu sore giye chillo. Didi amar dike pechon phire nijer kurta ta khule niyechilo aar amar chokher samne didir bra te Dhaka mayee gulo chilo. Rozkar moton ami T.V.dekhchilam aar chokh ghuriye didi ke dekhchilam. Hatat didi samner dike dewale lagano aina te dekhte pelo je ami tar dike haan kore dekhchee. Didi dekhlo je ami tar bar Dhaka mayee gulo dike takiye achee. Phere ainar modheye amar aar didi cholh mile gelo. Ami lajja peye amar chokh ta ghuriye abar T.V. dekhte laglam. Amar buk ta dhar phar korchilo. Ami bujhte pere giyechilam je didi jante pere geche je ami tar mayee dekhchilam. Ami bujhte parchilam na je eibar didi ki korbe? Didi ki amar katha maa aar baba ke bole debe? Naki didi amar opor rag korbe? Amar matha te ei sab prashno ghurte laglo. Ami abar theke didir dike takabar sahas korte parchilam na. Seye din aar tar por 2-3 din ami didir kach theke dure dure thaklam. Didir dike takalam na. Aei du teen dine kichu holo na. Ami khushi hoye gelam aar abar theke chupichpi didir dike takate laglam. Didi amake 2-3 bar hathenahte dhore nilo je ami tar dike chupichupi dekhchee kintu didi kichu bollo na. Ami bujhte parlam je didi bujhe geche je ami kee chai aar se amake kono kichu bolbe na. Didi amar songe ba anno karur songe ei bishoye kono katha bollo na. Eta amar kache khoob aschorjor bayapr chilo. Jak jato din didi kich na bole ami didi ke chupee chupee dekhte thaklam.

Ek din ami aar didi aager moto balcony te danriye rastar lok er dekh chilam. Didi amar hather songe sente danriye chilo aar amar hather angul gulo didir mayee te aste aste ghurchillo. Ami bhabhchilam je hoyto didi eta jane na je amar hather angul gulo didir mayee te aste aste ghora phera korche. Ami eta ei janno bujhchilam je amar angulo didir mayee te chala sattaeo didi amar songe sente danriye chilo. Kintu ami eta bujhe giyechilam je jakhon didi amake aage kono din toke nee ami aram kore didir mayee gulo chuunte pari aar didi amake kichu bolbe na. Amra balcony te gaye ga lagiye danriye chilam aar katha bolchilam. Amar amader colleger aar sports niye alochona korchilam. Amader balconyr samne ekta goli chilo bole amader balcony ta besh andokar chilo.

Katha bolte bolte didi hath diye amar angulo gulo ke dhore nijer mayee theke alda kore dilo. Didi nijer mayeer oopor amar anguler chalaphera bujhte pere giye chilo. Didi khanik khoner janno katha bola bando kore dilo aar tar sharer ta besh shakto hoye gelo. Kintu didi nijer jayga theke norlo na aar amar hather songe sente danriye royilo. Didi amake kichu bollo na aar amar sahash bere gelo. Tar por amai amar hather puro panja ta didir gol gol molayam aar khara khara mayee oopor rekhe dilam. Ami bhison bhoye pachhilam. Ke jani didi amake ki bolbe? Amar puro sharir ta bhoye aar uttejona te kampchilo. Kintu didi amake kichu bollo na. Didi khali ekbar amake dekhlo aar abar rasatr dike dekhte laglo. Ami bhoye te didir dike takate parchilam na aar amio rasatr dike takiye chilam aar amar hather panja diye didir mayee ta te dhire dhire hath bollachillam. Ami aage hather panja diye didir ekta naram mulayam mayee te hath bolachhillam. Tar por dhire dhire ami ekta mulayam aar khara mayee ta ke hather muto te niye jore tipte laglam. Didi mayee gulo besh baro baro chilo aar amar ekta hather panja te antchilo na. Ami aage didir mayee ta neech theke dhorchilam aar tar por hath ta aste aste oopore niye gachhillam. Kichukhon por didir kurta aar bra oopor theke mayee tipte tipte bujhte parlam je didir mayeer nipple ta sakhto hoye danriye geche tar mane didi amake diye mayee tepate tepate garam hoye geche. Didir kurta aar brar kapor gulo khoob molayam chilo aar tai ami dekhte pelam je didir mayeer nipple duto sakhto hoye ekta choto rubber moton danriye ache. Ohh Bhagaban! Amar mone hote laglo je ami sarge achee. Didir mayee tipte tipte amar sarger such hochhilo. Didir mayee gulo ke bhalo kore chonbar amar aai prothom abosar chilo ar ami bujhtei parlam je ami katokhon dhore didir mayee tip chee. Aar didio amake ek barer janno mana kore nee. Didi chupchap amar pashe danriye danriye nijer mayee amake diye tepachhilo. Didir mayee tipte tipte amar leura ta khara hote laglo. Ami khoob aram paachhillam aar ei bhebhe aro khoshee hocchhillam je amar theke 5 bachorer baro didi chupchap amar pashe danriye nijer choto bhai ke diye nijer mayee tepachhillo. Ami janjina je ami aro katokhon didir mayee tiptam tobe khanikkhon pore maar galar awaj pelam. Mar awaj peteee didi amar hath ta aste kore mayee theke hatiye diye maar kache chole gelo. Se rate ami ekdom ghumote parinee. Sara raat khali didir molayam lmalauam khara khara mayee er katha bhabhchillam.

Porer din ami rozkarer moton balcony te danriye rastar lok dekhchilam. Kichukhon pore didi balcony te eshe amar theke 2-3” duure danriye thaklo. Ami du teen minute obdi chupchap thaklam aar didir dike dekhte thaklam. Didi amar dike dekhlo. Ami halka bhabhe muchkee hanslam, kintu didi palte muchkee hanslo na aar rasatar dike takiye danriye royilo. Ami didi ke aste kore bollam, “didi aro kache esho na.” “Keno” didi amake jigesh korlo. “Ami chunte chai” ami parishakar bhabhe didi ke kichu bolte parchilam na. “Kee chunte chas? Parishakar kore bol” didi amake bollo. Takhon ami didi ke dhire kore bollam, “ami tomar doodh duto chunte chaee.” Didi amake abar bollo “kee chunte chas? Parishakar kore bol.” Takhon ami didir dike takiye muchki hense aste kore bollam, “ami tomar buker oopor gol gol khara khara molayam mayee duto chunte chaee ar se gulo chatkate chaee.” “Kintu ekhuni maa aste pare” didi takhon muchkee hense bollo. Ami talhon abar muchkee hense didi ke bollam, “maa ele amra aage theke jante parbo.” Amar katha sune didi kichu bollo na aar nijer jayegaye danriye thaklo. Takhon ami didi ke aste kore bollam, “please, didi aro kache esho.”

Talhon didi amar kache chole elo. Didi amar khoob kache danriye chilo, kintu tar mayee kalker moton amar hather kache chilo na. Ami bujhte parlam je didi amar ga ghenshe danratae lajja pachhe. Ekhon obdi didi amar kaar ga ghenshe danrato ajante. Kintu aaj jene bijhe amar ga ghense danrate didi lajja pachhe, kenona aaj didi jane je ga ghense danrale ami ki korbo. Jei didi amar kache eshe danralo ami taratari didi ke hathe kore dhore nijer kache aro tene nilam. Eibar didir mayee gulo kalker moton amar hathte chunchillo. Ami praye panch minute obdi chup kore thaklam aar tar por amar hath ta didir mayeer oopor niye gelam. Didir mayee chunte ami kalker moton sarager sukher anubhuti pelam. Ami prothome didir mayee duto aste aste hath bolalam atr por jore jore ami didir mayee duto tipte laglam. Kalker moton didi aajkeo patla kaporer kurta aar tar talaye bra porechilo. Patla kaporer oopor theke didir mayeer bota duto khara hoba ami besh bhalo kore bukhte parchilam. Ami eibare amar angul diye didir mayeer bota gulo tipte laglam. Ami jato bar didir mayeer bota gulo tip chilam tato bar didi ektu nore chore uthchillo aar didir mukh ta lajja te lal hoye jachillo. Khanik por didi amake phisphis kore bollo, “ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Aste aste tep, lagche.” Didir katha sune ami didi mayee duto aste aste tipte laglam.

Ami aar didi mayee tepa tipi korte korte altu phaltu katha bolchilam jate jadi keu dekhe to bujhbe je amar kono bishoye alochona korchee. Asole ami takhon didir mayee duto kakhono aste aste aar lalhono lalhono jore jore tip chilam aar chatkachillam. Khaink por maa bhtor theke didi ke deke nilo aar didi taratari bhetore chole gelo. Amar didi modheye emni 2-3 mayee tepatipi chollo. Ami roz sondheya bela didir mayee tiptam aar didi amar pashe danriye amar hath diye nijer mayee duto tepato. Kintu ekta problem chilo, emni kore mayee tepatipi te ami didir mhali ekta mayee tipte partam. Mane jakhon didi amar bayen danarato to ami didir dan diker mayee ta tiptam aar jakhon didi amar dan dike danrato to ami didir ban diker mayee ta tiptam. Asole ami kintu didir duto mayee amar duto hather muthote niye tipte aar chatkate cahichilam. Kintu balcony te danriye eta sambhov chilo na. Ami eta niye du teen din chinta korlam.

Ek din sondheye bela ami hall ghore bose TV dekhchilam. Maa aar didi kitchene raater khabar ranna korchilo. Khanik pore didi nijer kaj sesh kore hall te esho boshlo. Ami halle te bichanar oopor dewale helan diye paa choriye boshe chilam. Didi ranna ghor theke eshe amar kache bichanate boshe porlo. Didi khanikkohon TV dekhlo aar tar por paper niye nijer mukher oopor paper ta porte laglo. Kichukhon papaerer samne page ta porar por didi paperer pata palte bhetorer patar news gulo porte laglo. Didi bichanate paa mure bose chilo aar amar paa duto didir gaye chuunchilo. Ami amar paa duto aro ekto ehiye dilam aar tate amar paa eibar didi urute chuunye gelo. Maa kitchene ranna korchilo aar ami amar samne bosa didi ke dekhchilam. Aajke didi ekta kalo ronger T-shirt porechilo aar T-shirter kapor ta khoob patla chilo. T-shirter ooper theke ami didir bra ta dekhte paachillam. Ami didir sexy peeth aar kalo ronger T-shirt aar tar bhetore bra ta dekhte dekhte amar matha ghure gelo aar mar matha te ekta dushti budhhe khele gelo. Ami aste kore amar ekta hath didir peethe rakhlam aar T-shirter oopor theke didir peethe hath bolate laglam. Jei amar hath didir peethe laglo omni didir sharer ta ektu kempe uthlo. Didi takhon phisphis kore amake jigesh korlo, “Parho, tui eta kee korchis?” “Kichu naa, khali tomar peethe ami amar hath ta ghoschee” ami didi ke bollam. “Tui ki pagol hoye giyechis? Maa ekhuni amader dujon ke ranna ghor theke dekhe phelbe,” didi abar amake aste kore bollo. “Maa kemon kore dekhbe?” Ami didir peethe hath bolate bolate aste kore bollam. “Tui kee bolte chas?” Didi amake abar theke jigesh korlo. “Ami bolte chai je tomar samne paper ta khola ache aar jodi maa ranna ghor theke dekhe to khali paper ta dekhbe,” ami didi ke aste kore bollam. “Tui bhishon smart aar shaitan hochhis” didi amar dike takiye muchki hansi hense bollo.

Phir didi chup kore nijer samne paper ta bhalo kore choriye paper porte laglo. Amio chupchap nijer hath ta didir masreen peethe bolate laglam aar kakhono kakhono amar angul diye T-shirter oopor theke didir bra ta chuunte laglam. Kichukhon pore amai amar ekta hath didir dan diker bagol kache niye gelam aar bagoler char dhare hath bolate laglam. Ami bagoler kache du teen bar hath ghuriye amar hath ta aro ektu khani bariye amar hath ta didir dan diker mayeer oopore rakhlam. Jei amar hath ta didir mayee te gelo didi ekbar ektu kempe uthlo. Ami tar por aram kore didir dan diker mayee ta hather muthote bhore tipte laglam. Khanikhon dan diker mayee ta tpar por ami amar anno hath ta bariye didi anni diker mayee ta dhore tipte laglam. Emni koe ami amar du hath diye didir duto mayee eksonge tipte laglam. Didi amake kichu bollo na aar nijer samne paper ta tule paer ta porte thaklo. Amar sahas aro khanik ta bere gelo. Ami nijer jayga theke aro ektu egiye didir T-shirt ta peechon theke ektu ektu kore tule laglam. Didir T-shirt ta didir pachar talaye chepe chilo bole beshi oopore uthlo na. Ami ektu jor lagalam kintu kono labh holo na. Takhon ami didi ke aste kore bollam, “please didi, ektu dao na………” Didi amar katha bujgte pere ektu aager dike jhunke pacha ta tule nijer pachar tala theke T-shirt ta bar kore dilo. Ami abar theke didir peethe oopor neeche hath bolate laglam aar khanik pore amar ekta hath didir T-shirter bhetore dhukiye dilam. Offffff! Didir peeth ta koto molayam aar polished. Ami aste aste didir peeth theke didir T-shirt ta tule diye didir peeth ta nengto kore dilam. Eibar didir mayeer kichu kichu bhag ta didir braer ass pass theke dekhte pelam.

Ami eibar amar duto hath didir khola peethe aar braer oopore ghorate laglam. Jei ami didir bra ta chuunlam didi kapte laglo. Pher amar hath duto braer pas theke aste aste egiye egiye didir bagol obdi niye gelam. Tar por ami didir bra Dhaka duto mayee amar du hathe dhore jore jore chatkate laglam. Didir mayeer bota duto ei samay khoob bhalo kore khara khara chilo aar sehulo ke angul diye tipte khoob bhalo lag chilo. Ami takhon aram kore didir duto bar Dhaka mayee duto hather muthote niye tipte laglam aar kakhono kakhono bota duto angul duiye dhore tante laglam. Maa ekhono ranna ghore ranna korchilo. Amar maa ke parishkar bhave ranna gjore kaj korte dekhte pachhilam. Maa kakhono kakhono amader dike dekhe nichhilo aar maa khali didir paper pora dekhte pachhilo. Maa amader dekhe eta bujhte parchilo na je hall ghore ami aar didi bichanate bose mayee tepar sukh neechhilam aar didi nijer mayee amake diye tipiye tipiye mayeer sukh nichhillo. Ami didir mai tipte tipte ei bhebe khooshi hochhilam je barite maa thaka somaye kemon kore didi amake diye mayee tipye tipiye mayeer sukh niche.

Ami ei swrano abosar charte chai chilam na. Ami abar amar hath duto didir peethe niye elam aar didir peeth aar braer hooker oopor hath bolate laglam aar dhire kore didir braer hook ta khulte laglam. Didir barer hook ta khoob tight chilo aar tai hook ta taratari te khool chil na. Jato khone didi bujhte parto je ami tar braer hook ta khulchee ami didir braer hook ta khule dilam aar tar starp duto didir du bagole kache jhulte laglo. Didi amake mukh ghuriye kichu bolte jachhilo kintu tatokhone maa ranna ghor thke hall ghore eshe gelo. Ami taratari didir theke nijer hath ta tene didir T-shirt ta neeche kore dilam aar khola bra ta T-shirt diye dekhe dilam. Maa hallghore esje bichanar pass theke kichu jinish nicchilo aar didir songe katha bolchilo. Didio paper theke mukh na uthiye maar songe katha bolchilo. Maa amader karyo kalap kichu bujhte parlo naa aar abar ranna ghore chole gelo. Ma jakhon abar ranna ghore chole gelo to didi amake phisphis kore bolle, “Bablu amar braer hook ta abar theke lagiye de.” “kee? Ami ei tight braer hook ta lagate parbo na” ami didi ke bollam. “Keno, tui hook ta khulte parish aar lagate parish na? Didi ektu garam sure amake bollo. “Na se katha noye, tomar bra ta bhishon tight” ami didi ke abar bollam. Didi paper porte porte bollo, “ami kichu janina, tui amar braer hook ta khulechis tai tui amar braer hook ta lagabee” didi abar amake bokuni dite dite bollo. “Kintu didi, tomar braer hook ta tumio lagate paro?” Ami didi ke aste kore jigesh korlam. “Pagol, ami hook ta lagate pari na. Hook lagate hole amake paper ta neeche korte hobe aar maa dekhte pabe je ami tor kache bose ei somaye braer hook lagachee. Tate maa bujhe jabe je amra etokhon kee korchilam. Bujhlee?” Didi amake bollo.

Ami kichu bujhte parchilam na je kee korbo. Ami didir T-shirter bhetore niye giye braer starp duto dhore pechon dike tante laglam. Jakhon starp ektu pechone elo to ami hook ta lagabar cheste korlam. Kintu bra ta eto tight chilo je ami hook ta tene lagate parchilam na. Ami bar bar chesta korchilam kintu hook ta lagchilo na. Maa ranna ghore raater khabar praye praye baniye niye chilo ar maa kakhono hall ghore aste pare. Didi lhinlhon obdi chupchap bose royilo tarpor amake bollo, “hat boka chele, ei paper ta dhor amar samne. Amakiye braer hook ta lagate hobe.” Ami didir bagoler tala theke haat duto bariye paper ta didi mukher samne dhorlam aar didi hath duto pechone kore braer starp duto tene hook ta lagate laglo. Ami didir pechoone bose bose hook lagano dekhte laglam. Didir bra ta eto tight chilo didiro hook lagate osubide hocchillo. Khanik pore didi braer hook ta lagiye nilo. Jaiye didi barer hook ta lagiye hath ta samne anlo aar ami amar hath ta pechone korlam omni maa ranna ghor theke hall ghore eshe gelo. Maa bichanate didir pashe bose didir songe katha bolte laglo. Ami bichana theke uthe bathroomer dike chole gelam kenoa amar laura ta khoob garam hoye giyechilo aar ekhuni hath na marle ami khete boste partam na.

Porer din jakhon ami aar didi balcony te danriye chilam takhon didi amake jigesh korlo, “Bablu, kal raate amara aro ektu hole dhara pore jetam. Amar bhishon lajja korchilo.” “Haan ami jani aar kal raater por theke ami bhoshon lajjito. Tomar bra ta eto tight chilo je ami tomar braer hook ta lagate parchilam na” ami didi ke bollam. Didi takhon amake bollo, “hhan, amaro braer hook ta lagate hath pechone korte khoob obubide hochhillo aar bhishon lajja korchilo.” “Kintu didi tumi to roz tomar bra ta paro, takhon kemon kore hook lagao?” Ami didi ke aste kore jigesh korlam. Didi bollo. “mane amra roz roz” pher didi chup kore gelo bodh hoye bujhe giyechilo je ami thatta kirchi tar por abar bollo, “tui eta pore bujhte parbee.”

Pher ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi tomake ekta katha jigesh korbo?” Didi phat kore bollo, “hhan, jigesh kor.” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “tumi samne hook deoa bra keno poro na?” Didi takhon muchki hansi henshe amake bollo, “eta ekanto private bayapar. Ei proshnor ami kono jawab debo na.” Ami takhon didi ke bollam, “didi, tumi jano je ami ekhon aar choto noyee tai tumi amake bolte paro.” Takhon didi amta amta kore bollo, “kenona……..kenona……kono bishesh byapar noe!! Haan, ekta karon hochhe je samne hook deoa braer khoob dam. Amai chat kore didir ekta hath dhore bollam, “eta kono byapar noye. Tumi paisar janno ghabrio na. Ami tomake jato paisa lage debo.” Amar katha sune didi muchki hansee hense bollo, “acchha, tor kache bujhi anek pisa ache? Chal amake ekhuni 100 ta taka de.” Ami takhuuni amar purse ta bar kore didir hathe ekta 100 takar note diye bollam, “nao, tomar katha moton ami tomake 100 ta taka dilam.” Didi 100 takar note ta phiriye diye bollo, “are na na, ami taka chai na. Ami to tor thatta korchilam.” Ami taka ta abar didir hathe diye bollam, “ami kintu thatta korchi na, ami kintu serious. Didi tumi na koro na aar ei taka ta amar kach theke niye nao.” Didi khanik bhebe amar hath theke 100 takar note ta niye bollo, “theek ache Bablu, ami toke dukkho dite chai na aar tai ami tor taka ta niye nichhee. Kintu mone rachis je ami ei prothom aar sesh bar tor theke taka nichhee.” Ami didi ke “thank you” bollam aar balcony theke Hall ghore jete laglam. Bhetore jabar somey anmi didir kane kane bollam, “didi khali kalo ronger braa kinbee. Amar kole romger bra ta beshi pachondi hoye.” Didi aktu hense bollo, “shaitaan!! Tor dekhchee je didir undergarmenter protee khoob ekta akorshon.” Amio hense didi ke bollam, “didi aro ekta katha mone rekho. Kalo ronger braer songe kalo ronger panty tao kine neo.” Didi amar katha sune khoob lajja peye gelo aar praye daure bhetore maar kache chole gelo.

Porer din bikele didi nijer kono bondhur songe phone te katha bolchilo. Ami shunte pelam je didi take niye market jete chai. Didir bondhu pore confirm korbe bole phone ta rekhe dilo. Khanik pore ami didi ke ekla peye didi ke bollam, “didi, amio tomar songe markete jete chai. Tumi ki amake tomar songe market niye jete paro?” Didi khanik khon bhabar por amake bollo, “kintu Parho, ami to amar bandhobeer songe katha bole niyechee aar se amar songe bikele markete jabe bole amader bari asche. Tar oopor ami ekhuno maa ke bolini ki ami marketinge jachhee.” Ami didi ke bollam, “theek acchhe, tumi giye maa ke bolo je tumi amar songe bazare jachcho. Dekhbe maa razi hoye jabe. Tarpor amar baiyere giye tomar bandhobee ke phone kore debo je marketing programme ta cancel hoye geche tar aar asar darker neyee. Theek ache na?” Didi aste kore hense bollo, “haan, eta theek ache. Ami giye maar songe katha bolchee,” aar didi maar songe katha bolte chole gelo. Maa jeyee sinlo je didi amar songe market jacchhee, maa razi hoye gelo.

Sei din bikele ami aar didi eksonge kaporer bajar gelam. Market jabar somay buse te khoob bhir chilo aar ami theek didir pechone danriye chilam tarjanno didir pacha amar janghe te ghasa kha chhilo. Market teo khoob bhir chhillo. Ami sab somey didir pechone cholchilam jate kono lok didi ke dhakka na marte pare. Amra jakhono kono footpather dokane danriye kono jinish dekhchilam takhon didi amar gayer songe lete danra chilo aar tar janno didir mayrr aar uru duto amar gayer songe chunchhillo. Jakhon didi kono dokane danriye kono kapor dekhchilo to ami didir pechone ga ghenshe danriye amar khara laura ta didir pacha te chonachhillam aar kakhono kakhono didir pacha te hath buliye dichhillam. Amar ei rakon korchilam aar bahana chilo bajarer bhir. Ami bhabhchilam je amar seduction ta didi kichu bujhte parchena aar bhabhche bajarer bhirer janno ami ei rakon korchee.

Ami ekta jeaner dokan theke ekta jeaner pant aar duto T-shirt kinlam aar didi ekya gulabi ronger salwar suit, garomer janno ekta skirt aar top aar duto T-shirt kinlo. Amra markete aro khanik khon ghurlam. Eibar praye sondheye 7.30 beje giyechilo. Didi amake sab thole gule dhoriye diye dilo aar amake bollo, “tui ektu aage giye amar janno rukhe thak, ami ekhuni aschee” aar didi ekta footpather dokaner dike chole gelo. Ami dokan ta bhalo kore dekhlam je ota meyeder undergarmenter dokan. Ami muchki hansi henshe aage chole gelam. Ami dekhlam je didir mukhta lajja te lal hoye giyeche aar se amar dike takiye takiye dokandarer songe katha bolche. Khaink khon pore didi dokan theke phire elo aar amar hathe ekta bag dhoriye dilo. Ami didi ke dekhe ekbar muchki hanshlam aar kichu bolte jachhillam ki didi amake bollo, “tui ekhon kichu bolish na aar chuchap amar cholte thak.” Amra chupchap cholte laglam. Ami ekhuni bari jete chaichilam na aar ami didir songe ekla aro khakhon somaye kata te chaichilam. Ami didi ke bollam, “didi chalo amara giye leker dhare bosi aar bhelpuri khayee.” “Na, deri hoye jabe” didi amake bollo. Kintu ami didi ke abar bollam, “are chalo na didi, ekhuno khali sondheye 7.30 bejeche. Aar amra khanikkhon leker dhare bose bhelpuri kheye bari chole jabo. Tachara maa jane tumi amar songe bajare eshecho, tai maa chinta korbe na.”

Didi khanik bhebe bollo, “theek achche, chal leker dhare giye bosi.” Didi amar katha te razi hoya te ami koob khushi hoye gelam aar amra dujone leke dike hente jete laglam. Market theke leke jete praye dash minute lage. Amra aage giye ekta bhelpuri walar kach theke bhelpuri nilam aar ekta joler botol kine nilam tar por giye leker dhare boslam. Amra leker dhare pasa pasi paa choriye bose chilam. Amader chardhare besh kichu jhop moton gach chilo. Leker dhare besh thanda thanda hawa cholchilo. Ek kothaye somaye ta khoob romantic chilo.

Ami aar didi bhelpuri khachhillam aar katha bolchilam. Didi amar ga ghense bose chilo aar ami kakhono kakhono didir mukher dike dekhchilam. Didi aaj ke ekta kalo ronger skirt aar ekta grey ronger dhile top pore chilo. Ek bar jakhon didi bhelpuri khachhillo takhon khoob jore hawa dilo aar didir skirt ta uthe giye didir uru duto khule porlo. Didi nijer khola uru duto dhakar janno kono tara lagalo na. Didi aage roye shoye bhelpuri ta khelo aar hath ta tomale muchlo tarpor skirt ta neeche kore seta ke payer modheye phansiye nilo. Amra jekhane bose chilam sekhane besh andokar chilo, tobuo chander alo te ami didir kala gacher moton lamba aar besh bhara bhara uru duto bhalo kore dekhte pelam. Didir khola aar chander alote chomke thaka uru duto dekhe ami besh garam hoye gelam. Jakhon didir bhelpuri sesh hoye gelo to ami didi ke bollam, “chalo didi, amra giye oii baro jhoper pechone bosi.” “Keno” didi amake jigesh korlo. Takhon ami didi ke bollam, “jhoper pechone amra aram kore boste parbo.” Takhon didi boolo, “keno, ekhane ki amra aram kore bose neyee?” “Haan amra arame bose achchee, tobe jhoper arale amader keu dekhte parbe na” ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe aste kore bollam. Takhon didi akta mishtee hansee hense amake bollo, “Bablu, tui anno loker chokher arale giye amar songe leno boste chas?” Takhon ami didir ekta hath dhore didi ke bollam, “didi tumi jano je ami keno tomar songe anno loker chokher arale giye boste chai.” Takhon muchki hansi hense bollo, “theek achche, kintu khoob alpo someyer janno. Amader emnite deri hoye geche aar amader bari phirte hobe” aar didi uthe baro jhop gacher pechoner dike hante laglo.

Amio taratari uthe sab bag gulo uthiye didir pechone pechone hanta shuru koe dilam. Baro jhop tar pase aro ekta jhop gach chilo aar tate tar majh khane besh khanik ta jayega khai chilo. Ami okhane giye dekhlam je ekhane bosle keu amader dekhte parbe na. Ami giye sei jaygaye aage bag gulo rakhlam aar tar por bose porlam. Didio eshe amar pase boshe porlo. Didi amar kach theke praye ek feet dure boshlo. Ami didi ke amar aro kache boste bollam. Didi ektu sore eshe amar kache eshe boshlo aar eibar amader kandh gulo chuunte laglo. Ami didir gala joriye didi ke aro amar kache tene nilam. Ami khanik khon chup chap boshe thaklam aar didir kaner kache mukh niye giye didi ke bollam, “didi, tumi bhishon sundor hochho.” “Achha, Bablu eta ki theek katha?” Didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe jigesh korlo. Ami didir kane amar thonta lagiye didi ke bollam, “didi ami thatta korchi na. Ami tomar janno pagol hoye achchee.” Didi make dhire kore bollo, “Oh! Bablu………” Ami abar didi ke aste kore jigesh korlam, “didi, ami ki tomake chumu khete pari?”

Didi amake kichu bollo na aar nijer matha ta amar kandhe rekhe nijer chokh duto bando kore nilo. Ami didir mukhta amar hath niye amar dike korlam to didi ekbar chok ta khule amar dike takalo aar abar chokh duto bando kore nilo. Ami etokhon didi ke joriye boshe boshe besh garam hoye giyechilam aar ami amar thont didir thonter oopor rekhe dilam. Oh! Bhagawan, didir thont duto khoob rasalo aar garam chilo. Jeye amar thont didir thonte chuunlo didir gala theke ekta asposhto awaj berulo. Ami didi ke khanik khon dhore chumu khete laglam. Chumu khete khete ami aro garom hoye gelam aar bujhte parlam je didio besh garom hoye geche. Didi amar dan dike boshe chilo aar ami amar ekta hath diye didir baan diker mayee ta dhore tipte laglam. Ami ekhane khoob aram kore didir mayee tipchilam karon ekhane maa kono bhoye chilo na. Ami khanikkhon didir mayee didir kaporer oopor theke tiplam tarpor amar ekta hath didir topser bhetore niye gelam aar didir braer oopr theke mayee tipte laglam. Toper bhetor hath dhukiye mayee tipte amar ektu asubidhe hochhillo tai ami tper bhetor theke hath bar kore didi top ta komorer kach theke aste aste oopore othate laglam. Topta book obdi tule ami abar theke didir duto mayee amar du hather muthote niye tipte laglam.

Didi amake rukh chilo aar ami kichu na sune didir mayee duto jore jore braer oopor theke tipte thaklam. Didir mukh theke khali asposhto awaj beruchillo. Ami amar hath ta didir peethe niye gelam aar braer hook ta khulte laglam. Jeye ami braer hook ta khule delam to bra ta mayee theke jhule porlo. Didi ekhono amake kichu bolchilo na. Ami hath duto abar aage niye eshe bra ta didir mayeer oopor theke sariye diye mayee duto nengto kore dilam. Eibar ami prthom bar didir khola mayee te hath lagalam. Jeye ami didir khola mayee te hath lagalam to didi ekbar kempe uthlo aar amar hath duto nijer mayyer oopor chepe dhorlo. Ami eto khone khoob garam hoye giyechilam aar amar laura ta khara hoye giyechillo. Ami eto garam khe giyechilam je amar matha kaj korchilo na aar ami bhabchillam je didir samne bose bose amar laura ta pant theke bar kore laura ta kheenche dee. Kintu ami ekhon ekhane laura kheenchte marte pari na. Ami tai didi khola mayee duto mutho kore dhore jore jore tipte laglam aar kachlate laglam. Kakhono kakhono ami nipple gulo amar ungule modhhe niye nipple gulo chatkachillam. Nipple gule etokhon tepa tipi te sakhto hoye danriye chilo. Nipple tepa te didi chatphat kore uthchilo. Ami aro khanikhon didir khola mayee duto chatkanor por mukhta neeche didir ekta mayeer bonta ta nijer mukhe bhore nilma aar nipple ta chuste laglam. Didi ekhono chokh bando kore amar hath diye nijer mayee tepachhillo.

Jakhon amar mukhta didi mayeer bonta giye laglo to didi ekbar amar dike chokh khule takalo aar dekhlo je ami tar nipple mukhe niye chuschee. Ei dekhe didi aro garom khe gelo. Eibar didi jore jore saans nite laglo aar tar puro sharir ta norte laglo. Didi amar duto hath jor kore dhore nilo. Ami takhon didir duto mayee eker por ekta chuste thaklam. Eibar didir shrir ta aro jore jore norte laglo aar gala diye nana rakomer awaj bar korte laglo. Pher didi hatat amake jor kore ankre dhorlo aar khanik por ekebare sjanto hoye gelo. Amar mukh ta to neecher dike chilo mayee chosar janno ami takhon ekta anno rakomer sundor gandho amar nake pelam. Ami bujhte parlam je didi guudr jal khosiyeche. Ami bhabte laglam, Oh my god! Oh my god! Ami didir mayee futo tipe chotke aar chuse chuse guuder jal khasalam? Ami amar hath ta mayee theke uthiye didir hath duto dhore alto kore tipe dilam aar tate chumu khelam. Pher amai amar hath ta didir peter oopor rekhe dhire dhire bolate laglam aar dhire dhir skirter elastic bander oopor niye gelam.

Didi amar hath ta dhore bollo, “na, hath ta aar neeche niye jas na.” “Keno” ami didi ke jigesh korlam. Didi takhon amar hath duto dhore bollo, “na, neeche hath dish na, Neeche ekhon khoob nongra hoye ache.” Ami jhat kore didir gale ekta chumu kheye didir kane kane bollam, “nongra? Nongra keno achche, tomar guuder jal khosheche kee?” Takhon didi mukhta neeche kore aste kore amake bollo, “haan, amar guuder jal khoshe geche.” Ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi, amar janno tomar guuder jal khoshlo?” “Oh Bablu, haan tor janno amar guuder jal khosheche. Tui amar mayee gulo neye eto khelle je ami aar nijeke dhore rakhte parlam na” didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe amake bollo. Mai tab muskura kar didi se pucha, “didi tumhe achha laga?” Didi mujhe pakar kar chumte hue boli, “haan, tor mayee tepa, mayeer bonta tana aar mayee chosha khoob bhalo legeche aar tar theke beshi bhalo legeche amar guuder jal khashano.” Aaj didi amake prothom bar chumu khelo. Didi nijer kapor chopor theek kore uthe danriye porlo aar amake bollo, “chal Bablu, aajker janno eto sab kara anek hoye geche. Ke liye itna sab kafi hai aur humlogon ko ghar bhi lautna hai.”

Ami didi ke abar joriye dhore chumu khelam aar tar por ami aar didi leker theke rasar dike hante laglam. Ami bazarer sab bag gulo uthiye niye chilam aar didir pechone pechone hante laglam. Khanik ta chalar por didi amake bollo, “Bablu, amar cholte bhishon osubide hochche.” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “keno kee holo?” Didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe bollo, “neeche khoob kharab bhabe bhije geche aar amar panty ta ekebare rase jab jab korche tar janno amar cholte bhishon ocsubide hochche.” Ami takhon hense didi ke bollam, “sory didi, amar janno tomar ei osubida hochche.” Didi takhon amar hat ta dhore bolle, “seta kono katha noye. Ei bhool ta khali tor aklar noye. Ei bhoolete amio saman bhabe responsible.” Amra abar chupchap cholte lahlam aarami bhabhchillam je kemon kore didir osubide ta hata te pari. Amar matha te hatat ekta katha elo. Ami khat kore didi ke bollam, “didi, ek kaj kara jak. Oi okhane ekta public toilet ache. Tumi okhane giye nijer bheeje panty ta palte nao. Tumi ekhuni tomar guuder rase jab jabe panty ta khule je natun panty kinecho seta pore esho. Ami eikhane danriye tomar apekhha korchee.” Didi amar dike takiye amake bollo, “Bablu, tor mathar idea ta khoob bhalo. Ami ekhuni giye amar bheeje panty ta palte aschee.” Amra hantte hantte public toileter kache paunchulam aar didi amar kach theke bra aar pant bag ta niye toilete chole gelo. Jakhon didi toilet dike jete laglo ami dhire kore didi ke bollam, “didi tumi jakhon nijer ras jab jabe panty ta change korbe takhon nijer bra tao change kore niyo, tate jana jabe je bra tar size theek theek kina.” Didi amar katha sune hense dilo aar bollo, “tui bhishon shaitan aar smart hochhis” aar didi lajja peye toilete chole gelo.

Praye 15 minuter por didi toilet theke phire elo aar amra bus stpoer dike cholte laglam. Amra bus taratari peye gelam aar bus ta praye khali chilo. Ami buser ticket niye didi songe pechone giye bose porlam. Seate boshar por ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi tumi bra tao change korecho ki na?” Didi amar dike takiye henshe dilo. Ami abar didi ke jigesh korlam, “Maine phir didi se pucha, “bolo na didi tumi bra tao change korecho ki na?” Takhon didi dhire kore bollo, “haan Bablu, ami amar bra tao change kore niyechee.” Ami abar didi ke bollam, “didi ami ki tomake ekta request korte pari?” “kee” didi amake jigesh korlo. “Ami tomake notun bra aar panty te dekhte chai” ami didi ke bollam. Didi songe songe amake jigesh korlo, “kee, ekhane, tui amake ekhane bra aar panty pore dekhte chash?” Ami didi ke bujhiye bollam, “na, na ekhane noye. Ami barite tomake bra aar panty te dekhte chaee.” Didi amake abar jigesh korlo, “bari te, barite kemon kore toke bra aar panty pore dekhabo?” “Eta kono boro katha noye. Maa ekhon barite ranna korche aar tumi kitchene giye nijer kapor change korbe. Jerakom tumi roz change koro. Kintu jakhon tumi kapor change korbe, kitcheners parda ta ektu khule rekho. Ami hall ghore boshe tomake bra aar panty te dekhe nebo.” Didi amar katha sune bollo, “jani na Bablu, tobuo ami chesta korbo.” Pher amra chupchap barite paunche gelam.

Amra barite paunche dekhlam je maa kitchene ranna korche. Amra aage 5 minute obdi ektu rest korlam pher didi nijer maxi niye kitchene kapor change korte chole gelo aar ami hall ghore boshe thaklam. Kitchene giye parda ta tanlo aar parda tanar somey ektu phank chere dilo aar amar dike muchki hanshi henshe amake chokh marlo. Ami chupchap amar jayga theke uthe parda kache danriye porlam. Didi amar theke matro 5 feet doore danriye chilo aar maa amar dike peeth kore danriye ranna korchilo. Maa didi ke kono katha bolchilo. Didi aage amake dekhlo aar tar por maar dike takiye maar songe katha bolte laglo. Tar por didi nijer paroner top ta kandh kheke nabiye du hathe dhore seta matha diye galiye khule phello. Top ta kholar songe songe ami dekhte pelam je didi aajker kena notun bra ta pore ache. Didi ke notun bra pore khoob bhalo dekhachhillo. Top kholar por didi hath diye skirter elastic ta dhile kore diye sjirt ta paa goliye khule phello. Eibar didi amar samne khali bra aar panty pore danriye chilo. Didi ke khali bra aar panty pore bhishon sexy lagchilo. Aajke didi ekta lace lagano sexy bra aar tar songe matching panty kine chilo. Didi ke bra aar panty te dekhe amar to puro paisa oosul hoye gelo. Didir bra te eto beshi net lagano chilo je rannaghorer light te ami didir mayeer halka badami ronger aureola ta pshto bhave dekhte pachhillam. Didi panty ta eto tight chilo aar tate eto net lagano chilo je ami didir guuder phuto ta ashpashto bhabe dekhte pachhilaam aar tar songe songe guuder duto thont gulo dekhte pachhilaam. Ami jante parlam na ami kato khon dhore didi ke bra aar panty pora obosthate haan kore dekhlam. Didi ke dekhte dekhte aamr bara ta panter bhetor lafalafi korte laglo aar tar chenda theke harhare jal berote laglo. Amar duta paa kampte shuru kore dilo.

Jatokhon didi kapor change korchilo didi amar dike ekbaro takalo na. Bodh hoye didi nijer choto bhaier samne khali bra aar panty pore thakte lajja lag chilo. Ekbar didi amar dike takalo ar ami songe songe didi ke ishara kore bollam je ekbar pechon phire danrao. Didi dhire dhire pechone phire danralo kintu mukhta maar dike rakhlo. Ami didi panty pora obostha te pechon theke dekhte laglam. Panty ta bhison tight chilo aar seta didir pacha te besh bhalo bhave ente boshe chilo. Ami didir panty Dhaka pond ta dekhchilam aar mone mone bhabhchilam je jodi ami didi ke puro puri nengto dekhi to ami panter bhetore te laura theke pheda chere debo. Khaik pore didi abar amar dike ghure danralo aar maxi ta porte jabar aage amar dike takiye ishra te boolo je ami jeno okhan theke chole jayee. Ami didi ke ishara kore bollam je bra ta khule amake nengto mayee gilo dekhate. Didi amar dike takiye muchki henshe maxi ta pore nilo. Ami tobuo ishara korte laglam kintu didi amar katha sunlo na. Ami bujhte parlam je didi aar kichu dekhabe na aar ami pardar kach theke shore elam aar bichanate boshe porlam. Didio nijer kapor gulo niye hall ghore chole elo. Nijer kapor gulo almari te rekhe didi bathroome chole gelo.

Ami didi ke khali bra aar panty pore dekhe khoob garom kheye giyechilam. Amar laura ta pheda bar korar janno lafalafi korchilo ar tar janno amake bathroom jabar chilo. Amar mathate aajker bikel theke ekhon obdi san ghatana gulo ghurchilo. Ami taratari bichana theke uthe aajker marketinger bag theke didir ras jab jabe panty ta bar kore amar panter pockete dhukiye nilam aar taratari bathroome giye darza ta bando dilam. Tar por amar pant ta khule didir panty ta bhalo dekhte laglam. Dekhlam je jekhane guuder phuto ta chilo sekhane khanik sada sada garho charchate ras lege ache. Pamtyta naker kache niye didir guuder raser gandho ta shunkte laglam. Edike ami ek hath diye amar khara laura tar hath bolachhillam. Didir guud theke berono raser gondhe ami pagol hoye jachhillam. Ami panty tar guuder phutor jaigaye jeev diye chat lam. Guuder raser taste satee khoob bhalo aar tate mon matano ekta sondha sondha gandho. Ami panty ta chat chilam aar bhabhchilam je ami didi guud ta chat chee. Ami ei bhabhte bhabhte amar bara theke mal phele dilam. Ami bara ta noriye noriye mal gulo phele dilam aar tar por pechhab kore bara ta dhue pant porlam aar bathroome theke beriye elam. Bathroom theke berubar somay ami didir panty ta abar amar pockete rekhe nilam.

Khanik pore jakhon didir nijer bhije panty tar katha mone porlo to giye bage te khunjte laglo. Kintu didi bagete panty ta pelon na. Amake ekla peye didi amake bollo, “Bablu, ami bagete amar bhije panty ta pachhina. Otake amat kachte hobe.” Ami didi ke kichu bollam na aar muchki muchki hanste laglam. Didi amake bollo, “Bablu tui hans chis keno? Ete hansbar kon katha holo?” Takhon ami didi ke jigesh korlam “didi tomar chara panty diye tumi ki korbe? Tumi to tar badole notun panty peye gecho.” Takhon didi kichu bujhe amake bollo, “Bablu, panty ta tui niyechiiis kee?” Ami didi ke bollam, “hhan tomar ras jab jabe panty ta ami niye niyechee.” “Kintu keno?” “Otake ami amar kache rakhbo bole tomar gift hisebe.” Takhon didi bollo, “Bablu, ota nongra hoye ache.” Ami didi ke bollam, “didi panty ta parishkar kore niyechee.” “Kakhon? Kemon kore?” Didi amake jigesh korlo. Ami didi ke bollam, “ota ami tomake pore bolbo.” Eibar maa ranna ghore theke hall ghore eshe gelo aar amar aar didir katha bado hoye gelo.

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Posted : 06/07/2011 8:24 pm