Incest Lockdown (Bhai-Behan)

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Soumya apne room me jaakar softly door band kar deti hai. Uske chehre par ab bhi ek halka sa smile tha — Rachit ke dialogues aur uska teasing expression baar‑baar dimaag me ghoom raha tha. Mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar usne apne baal khole, thoda sa make‑up hataya aur apne reflection ko kuch pal dekhti rahi.

“Pagal hai wo bhi…” — Soumya halki hasi ke saath bolti hai, lekin uske dil me halka sa flutter bhi hota hai. Usse Rachit ki aankhen yaad aati hain — wo aankhen jo hamesha treat karke bhi kuch chhupa leti hain, jaise wo kuch kehna chahta ho par rok leta ho.

Soumya bed par let jati hai, phone uthake social media scroll karti hai, phir usi par Rachit ka text dikh jata hai:
"Good night, Miss Shopping Queen . Kal tyar rehna."

Soumya ke lips par ek soft smile phir aa jaati hai aur vo reply karti hai — "Dekhna, tum hi thak jaoge shopping karte‑karte."

Thodi der baad, vo diary khol kar agle din ke items list likhti hai: “casual kurta, jeans, aur kuch new design ke bra panty set aur kuch naye night suits.”

Uska pen thoda ruk jata hai, aur wo halki si blush ke saath diary band kar deti hai. Window se thandi hawa aati hai, aur ek peace feel hoti hai. “Kal interesting hone wala hai,” vo sochti hai, aur dheere‑dheere neend me kho jaati hai.​

 

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Patna ki subah abhi‑abhi jag rahi thi. Gali ke kinare chai‑wala apna stove jalata hua “ekdum kadak wali chai” chila raha tha.

Aditi (maa) kitchen me cooker chadha chuki thi, aur ghar me masale ki khushboo fail gayi thi.

Soumya ne aankhen kholi, thoda stretch kiya, aur phone ki taraf dekha — Rachit ka message blink kar raha tha:

“Madam, ready ho jao. Aaj wallet mera katega, par mood tumhara banega.”

Soumya thoda muskura di — “Pagal hai ye bhi, har baat me dialogue.”


Mirror ke saamne aake usne baal comb kiya, thoda kajal lagaya aur wardrobe se ek light pink top nikal kar pehna. Jeans pehne hue usne halki si lipstick lagayi.


“Kaafi hai, aaj market ghoomna hai, shaadi me nahi jana.” — bol kar apne reflection ko dekh kar thoda proud smile diya.


Rachit ne niche se awaaz lagayi — “O madam, 10 baje chalte hai, warna kapde lene ke bajaye tailoring ka form bharwana padega!”


Soumya ne jawab diya, “Bhai... sorry... Rachit, thoda wait karo na, ready ho rahi hu!”


Uski ye hesitation Rachit ne feel kar li — wo hans diya: “Koi nai, tu to waise bhi ready hone me wahi time leti hai jitna main exam me likhne me leta hu.”


Breakfast table pe dono milte hain. Maa dono ke samne poha rakh deti hai.


Aditi — “Tum dono aaj ka plan cancel karo, barish aayegi lagta hai.”


Soumya — “Maa barish nahi hogi please, thoda chill rehna, kapde lene ja rahe hain, Delhi jaane se pehle sab set karna hai.”


Rachit — “Maa tension mat lijiye, main saath hu. Bas Soumya kharcha kam rakhe to sab sahi chalega.”


Soumya ne aankhe ghumayi, “Paise to tumhare hi jayenge, to respect se behave karo, warna mai sabse mehenga dress le lungi.”


Rachit hans ke bola, “Madam, mehenga dress lena vo chalega, bas achi wali lena — warna dil aur paisa dono toot jayenge.”


Unka ye joke sun kar maa bhi smile kar deti hai,


Breakfast ke baad dono ready ho kar nikalte hain. Ghar ke bahar rickshaw khada tha.


Soumya ne kaha, “Auto le lete hain, zyada comfort rahega.”

Rachit — “Ok”

Dono rickshaw me baithte hain. Patna market me rush tha, log apni‑apni duniya me ghume ja rahe the. Soumya ne ek shop dekhi jahan new collection likha hua tha.


“Yahi chalna chahiye,” usne kaha.

Aur yahan se shuru hota hai unka shopping adventure —

 

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Patna ke Hathwa Market ka Saturday din badha hi mashhoor hota hai — shops ke bahar se vendors ke awaaz aai rahi thi, vo customers ko apni apni dukan par bula rahe the


Soumya aur Rachit rickshaw se nikalte hain aur ek colorful boutique ke bahar ruk jate hain. 

Board pe likha tha “Style Adda – For All Queens.”
“Bas yeh hi theek lagega,” Soumya bolti hai, thoda excited tone me.


Rachit muskura kar kehta hai, “Queens wali shopping? To wallet mera marne wala hai.”


Andar aate hi thandak lag gayi. Soft music chal raha tha, walls pastel color ki aur racks par naye‑naye fabrics ka kapde. 

Sales girl smiling chehre ke saath aayi, “Madam, aap kaise kapde dekhna chahiyega — ethnic ya western?”


Soumya ne dekha ki ek rack pe kurti‑sets the aur doosre me light dresses. “Thoda mix dikha dijiye, Delhi trip ke liye kuch smart chahiye.”


Rachit- Soumya tumhe to sirf bra panty Leni thi n?

Soumya - mai soch rahi hu ki market aai hu to kuch aur kapde bhi le lu


Rachit ne racks me se ek green‑blue cotton kurti nikali –


 “Ye simple hai par cute, par agar tu thoda adventurous feel kar rahi hai to ye red floral try kar le.”


Sales girl has padi, “Sir ka taste bohot acha hai.”
Soumya ne smile daba di, “Wahi to problem hai.”


Ek red floral dress aur ek pastel green kurti leke Soumya trail room me chali gayi.


 Rachit sofa pe baith gaya, mobile scroll karte karte kabhi‑kabhi andar se aane wali Soumya ki awaaz sunta raha.

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Trial Room Moment​

“Rachit!” andar se awaaz aayi.

“Kya hua?”

“Yaar ye zip atak gayi hai… help kar do na ek minute.”

“Are tum andar ho, main kaise—”


“Bas door se hi kar do, nobody’s around.”


Woh thoda nervous hote hue aaya.

 Soumya andar back turn kar ke khadi thi, mirror samne tha.


Rachit ne dekha ki fabric soft silky tha aur zip halfway ru gaya tha. Soumya ne aaj white color ki simple si bra pehni hui thi uski strip Rachit ko clear dikh rahi thi aur ye baat soumya ko ko bhi samjh aa rahi thi but uske pass koi dusra option bhi nahi tha


Rachit dhire dhire soumya pass jata hai aur  “hmm” ki aawaz nikali aur slowly chain pakad li.


Room me sirf unke saans ki aawaaz thi. 

Soumya thoda stiff khadi thi, eyes mirror me focused. Jab zip upar gayee to unke haath aur shoulder ke beech ka distance khatam ho gaya. aur Soumya ko Rachit ke hatho sa sparsh apni pith par bahut ache se feel hota hai jisase uski body thodi se kanp jati hai


Us moment me Soumya ko thoda awkward warmth mehsoos hua — ek flutter jaise heart beat badh gayi ho. 

Mirror me aankhon ka contact bas ek second ka tha, magar vo long lag raha tha.“Ho gaya,” Rachit ka voice kam se kam volume me nikla.


“Thanks,” Soumya ne jaldi se bola aur curtain band kar liya. Rachit chup‑chap bahar aa gaya, aur apne dil ke andar kuch  ajeeb sa feeling le kar sofa par baith gaya.


Soumya andar khadi hui apna dress adjust karte hue softly kahi – “Pagal hai, par kuch alag bhi hai.”
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Lighter Moments​

Thodi der baad Soumya green kurti aur phir red floral dress try kar ke nikali.


Vo dekhti hai ki sales girl rachit se baat kar Rahi hai aur jab salesgirl soumya ko dekhti hai to badi appreciation se boti hai, “Madam, ye dress aap par bilkul fit hai.”


Rachit ne thoda sar ghuma kar dekha, aur casual tone me bola, “Lagta hai ‘Delhi trip’ me sabke camera aap pe hi rahne wale hain.”


Soumya ne glare di – “Tumhara camera band rahe to sath chalungi!”
Baatein halki teasing me badhti gayi. Dono ne kurti sets, jeans aur casual tops final kiye.


 Last section me Soumya ne soft fabric sleepwear li, aur kuch new designes ki Bra panty jisme se ek Rachit ne pasand kar di, vo panty to thik thi but Bra screen color ki thi aur thoda low cut, ager soumya vo pehen ke to usme soumya ki 30-40% boobs bilkul saaf dikhenge aur screen tone se mil kar aisa lagega ki soumya ne bra hi nahi pehni hai..


Soumya ko ye pata tha par use bhi vo bra bahut pasand aai thi to usne le li aur kuch bra Rachit ki nazaro se bacha kar Soumya ne liya, ye baat Rachit v janta tha ki Soumya ne kuch aur bra li hai, but usne ignore kar diya

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After Shopping​

Evening tak bag bhar gaye the.
Market ke corner pe dono ne chai li. Hawa me thoda nami thi, aur baarish se pehle wali sugandh fail rahi thi.


Soumya – “Tum bore kyu nahi hote mere sath shopping me?”
Rachit – “Bore? Tum ho to scene colorful banta hai. Bas kabhi‑kabhi over‑budget ho jata hai.”


“Sahi bola, tumhara budget aur meri smile same hai – control me nahi rehte.”


Dono hans diye, phir ek comfortable silence me chai ka cup finish kiya.


Café se nikal kar rickshaw me baithte hue Soumya window se baarish ke pehle wali thandi hawa ko feel karti hai. Rachit ne soft tone me kaha, “Lagta hai lockdown shuru hone wala hai.”


Soumya thoda soch kar boli, “Ho sakta hai, par ye din nahi bhoolne wala.”


Rachit ne muskurakar answer diya, “Bas ye hi socha tha – ek normal shopping din hoga… par zip k karan thoda excitement aa gaya


Soumya ne muskura ke bahaana banaya, “Next time main zip khud band kar lungi.”


Rachit – “Haan, warna main phir hero ban jaunga.”
Rickshaw ke wheels ke sath Patna’s evening soundtrack mix ho jata hai. Dono chup, par andar andar ek naye emotion ko samajhne ki koshish me hain.​

 

[takla12]

Patna Junction pe subah ka rush tha, lekin Soumya aur Rachit ke liye yeh din special tha. Unka exam 23 February 2020 ko Delhi mein tha, aur plan tha ki exam de kar ek din ruk jaayenge—thoda explore karenge, movies dekhenge, aur shayad ek romantic dinner bhi. Lockdown ki baat toh koi soch bhi nahi raha tha tab.


Train "Shatabdi Express" pe dono ne window seat li thi. Soumya ne pink kurti aur jeans pehni thi, aur Rachit ne casual shirt. Bag mein books, snacks, aur woh bra-panty sets bhi the jo Soumya ne chupke se pack kiye the.

Train start hone se pehle, Soumya ne Rachit ko halka elbow se touch kiya aur boli, "Bhai... sorry, Rachit, yeh train journey kitni boring hogi? Sirf books aur chai?"


Rachit ne wink kiya, "Boring? Tum ho toh scene interesting ban jaati hai. Bas kabhi-kabhi tumhari woh 'zip' wali kahaniya na yaad aa jaayein."

Soumya ka chehra thoda red ho gaya, lekin woh muskura ke boli, "Pagal, woh toh accident tha. Ab zip khud handle kar lungi—tumhari help ki zaroorat nahi."


Train ne whistle di aur chali. Window se Patna ke buildings blur hote gaye. Soumya ne book kholi, lekin concentration nahi tha.


Rachit ne uski taraf dekha aur halke se kaha, "Tumhari yeh new kurti... bahut tight lag rahi hai. Shopping mein jo try kiya tha, wohi feel aa raha hai."


Soumya ne aankhein ghumaayi, "Tight? Tumhari nazar tight hai, bhai. Yeh toh comfortable hai—aur agar tight hai toh woh bra-panty sets ki wajah se, jo tumne pasand kiye the."


Rachit hans diya, "Haan, woh screen color wali bra... Tum pehni hui ho? Mujhe tune nahi dikhaya mujhe dekhna hai."


Soumya ne usko halka thappad mara, "Shut up, koi sun lega. Yeh double meaning baatein train mein mat karo."


Lekin andar hi andar usko excitement feel ho raha tha—Rachit ki aankhein wohi thi jo hamesha tease karti thi.


Thodi der baad, train ne speed pakad li. Soumya ne snacks share kiye—ek chocolate jo woh khud khila rahi thi.


"Ye lo, bhai... sorry, Rachit, tumhare liye." Rachit ne chocolate ka piece uske haath se liya, aur fingers touch huye.


"Tumhare haath itne soft hain, Soumya. Jaise woh zip wala moment—kabhi-kabhi lagta hai touch hi sab kuch keh deta hai."


Soumya ne saans roki, "Touch? Tumhari imagination over hai. Par... agar touch acha lagta hai toh woh bhi theek." Dono ne aankhein milaayi, aur train ke jerk se woh halka sa close ho gaye.


Soumya ka dil tez dhadak raha tha—ye attraction ab sirf jokes mein nahi, real feel kar rahi thi.
Journey mein time pass karne ke liye, Rachit ne phone pe music on kiya—ek romantic song, "Tera Hone Laga Hoon." Soumya ne kaha, "Yeh song? Tum romantic mood mein ho?" Rachit ne uske kaan ke paas halke se kaha, "Tum ho toh kaise na hoon?


Tumhari woh night suits jo li thi... agar pehno toh main bhi 'tera hone laga hoon' feel karunga."


Soumya ne blush kiya, "Nonveg baatein band karo, bhai. Par... agar pehno toh bata dungi, shayad."


Train ke compartment mein halka sa laughter tha, lekin un dono ke beech ek tension build ho raha tha—lust aur attraction ka mix.


Delhi pahunchne se pehle, news aayi ki corona cases badh rahe hain, aur lockdown ki baat ho rahi hai. Soumya ne tension se kaha, "Kya hoga exam ka?"


Rachit ne uska haath pakad liya, "Chinta mat kar, hum de denge. Aur agar lockdown laga toh... hum dono hi stuck ho jaayenge, ek saath." Soumya ne smile diya, "Stuck? Tumhare saath toh boring nahi hoga."

 

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NXT update coming soon

 

[Sameer Kapoor]

NXT update coming soon

Go slowly romantic slow slow no jaldi
Bas update dete rehna

 

[hello133]

Patna Junction pe subah ka rush tha, lekin Soumya aur Rachit ke liye yeh din special tha. Unka exam 23 February 2020 ko Delhi mein tha, aur plan tha ki exam de kar ek din ruk jaayenge—thoda explore karenge, movies dekhenge, aur shayad ek romantic dinner bhi. Lockdown ki baat toh koi soch bhi nahi raha tha tab.


Train "Shatabdi Express" pe dono ne window seat li thi. Soumya ne pink kurti aur jeans pehni thi, aur Rachit ne casual shirt. Bag mein books, snacks, aur woh bra-panty sets bhi the jo Soumya ne chupke se pack kiye the.

Train start hone se pehle, Soumya ne Rachit ko halka elbow se touch kiya aur boli, "Bhai... sorry, Rachit, yeh train journey kitni boring hogi? Sirf books aur chai?"


Rachit ne wink kiya, "Boring? Tum ho toh scene interesting ban jaati hai. Bas kabhi-kabhi tumhari woh 'zip' wali kahaniya na yaad aa jaayein."

Soumya ka chehra thoda red ho gaya, lekin woh muskura ke boli, "Pagal, woh toh accident tha. Ab zip khud handle kar lungi—tumhari help ki zaroorat nahi."


Train ne whistle di aur chali. Window se Patna ke buildings blur hote gaye. Soumya ne book kholi, lekin concentration nahi tha.


Rachit ne uski taraf dekha aur halke se kaha, "Tumhari yeh new kurti... bahut tight lag rahi hai. Shopping mein jo try kiya tha, wohi feel aa raha hai."


Soumya ne aankhein ghumaayi, "Tight? Tumhari nazar tight hai, bhai. Yeh toh comfortable hai—aur agar tight hai toh woh bra-panty sets ki wajah se, jo tumne pasand kiye the."


Rachit hans diya, "Haan, woh screen color wali bra... Tum pehni hui ho? Mujhe tune nahi dikhaya mujhe dekhna hai."


Soumya ne usko halka thappad mara, "Shut up, koi sun lega. Yeh double meaning baatein train mein mat karo."


Lekin andar hi andar usko excitement feel ho raha tha—Rachit ki aankhein wohi thi jo hamesha tease karti thi.


Thodi der baad, train ne speed pakad li. Soumya ne snacks share kiye—ek chocolate jo woh khud khila rahi thi.


"Ye lo, bhai... sorry, Rachit, tumhare liye." Rachit ne chocolate ka piece uske haath se liya, aur fingers touch huye.


"Tumhare haath itne soft hain, Soumya. Jaise woh zip wala moment—kabhi-kabhi lagta hai touch hi sab kuch keh deta hai."


Soumya ne saans roki, "Touch? Tumhari imagination over hai. Par... agar touch acha lagta hai toh woh bhi theek." Dono ne aankhein milaayi, aur train ke jerk se woh halka sa close ho gaye.


Soumya ka dil tez dhadak raha tha—ye attraction ab sirf jokes mein nahi, real feel kar rahi thi.
Journey mein time pass karne ke liye, Rachit ne phone pe music on kiya—ek romantic song, "Tera Hone Laga Hoon." Soumya ne kaha, "Yeh song? Tum romantic mood mein ho?" Rachit ne uske kaan ke paas halke se kaha, "Tum ho toh kaise na hoon?


Tumhari woh night suits jo li thi... agar pehno toh main bhi 'tera hone laga hoon' feel karunga."


Soumya ne blush kiya, "Nonveg baatein band karo, bhai. Par... agar pehno toh bata dungi, shayad."


Train ke compartment mein halka sa laughter tha, lekin un dono ke beech ek tension build ho raha tha—lust aur attraction ka mix.


Delhi pahunchne se pehle, news aayi ki corona cases badh rahe hain, aur lockdown ki baat ho rahi hai. Soumya ne tension se kaha, "Kya hoga exam ka?"


Rachit ne uska haath pakad liya, "Chinta mat kar, hum de denge. Aur agar lockdown laga toh... hum dono hi stuck ho jaayenge, ek saath." Soumya ne smile diya, "Stuck? Tumhare saath toh boring nahi hoga."

Thank God bhai ne update toh Diya nahi toh mujhe laga ke bhai ne poll dala tha ke story fast pace chayie ya slow pace toh logo ne slow pace kya choose Kiya bhai ne itna slow update diya ke 2-3 month nikal gaye

 

[Cooldude1986]

Nice updates

 

[takla12]

Thank God bhai ne update toh Diya nahi toh mujhe laga ke bhai ne poll dala tha ke story fast pace chayie ya slow pace toh logo ne slow pace kya choose Kiya bhai ne itna slow update diya ke 2-3 month nikal gaye

Ab regular updates aayenge, mai kabhi stuck ho gaya tha aur story ko Response bhi thik nahi mil raha to Maine break le liya tha, but ab regular updates aayenge

 

[takla12]

Go slowly romantic slow slow no jaldi
Bas update dete rehna

Thank you for response... Yes ab updates regular rahegi