[doodhwale_bhaiya]

“Maa ne mujhe bataya tha,” Jai said simply. “Marne se pehle. Jab who bimaar padi thi. Usne kaha tha ki tera lund is khandaan ka sabse taakatwar hai, aur isliye tu hi us jahar ka jawab ho sakta hai. Maine tujhe itne saalon tak nahi bataya kyunki zaroorat nahi thi. Main nahi chahta tha ki tu yeh bhoj uthaye. Lekin ab…”
“Mother told me,” Jai said simply. “Before she died. When she fell ill. She said your cock is the most powerful in this family, and that’s why only you can be the answer to that poison. I didn’t tell you all these years because there was no need. I didn’t want you to carry this burden. But now…”
 
His voice cracked.
 
“Jab meri shaadi hui, Komal aayi. Pehle kuch mahine theek the. Phir ek din main raat ko uth kar dekhta hoon ki who bistar mein nahi hai. Kitchen mein dhoondha, aangan mein dhoondha… phir baap ke kamre ke paas gaya. Darwaza thoda khula tha. Usne Komal ko godi mein bitha rakha tha. Us ka mota, kaala lund Komal ki choot mein pura ghusa hua tha. Komal ki taangein uske kamar mein kasii hui thin. Who uske kandhe mein muh daal ke moan kar rahi thi… jaise uske alawa kuch bhi duniya mein nahi tha. Us haramzade ne meri biwi ko usi raat se apni bana liya. Aur tab se… har raat. Har fucking raat.”
“When I got married, Komal came. The first few months were fine. Then one night I woke up and saw she wasn’t in bed. I searched the kitchen, the courtyard… then I went near Father’s room. The door was slightly open. He had Komal sitting in his lap. His thick, black cock was fully inside Komal’s pussy. Komal’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. She had her mouth on his shoulder and was moaning… as if nothing else existed in the world. That bastard made my wife his from that very night. And since then… every night. Every fucking night.”
 
Bhola’s eyes widened in pure shock.
 
“Kya…? Tu serious hai? Usne Komal Bhabhi ko—”
“What…? Are you serious? He did that to Komal Bhabhi—”
 
“Haan,” Jai spat. “Har raat. Kabhi uske kamre mein, kabhi khet ke peeche, kabhi jab main gaon se bahar hota hoon. Us ka cum uske andar jaata hai, aur Komal uske liye paagal ho jaati hai. Main usse baat karta hoon, chillata hoon, rota hoon… lekin jab us aadmi ka naam aata hai, ya uski khushboo aati hai, toh Komal ka control khatam. Us ki choot geeli ho jaati hai. Us ke muh se sirf yeh aata hai ki use uska lund chahiye. Use uska cum chahiye. Main dekh chuka hoon kai baar. Who uske saamne ghutno ke bal baith jaati hai. Us ka lund muh mein le leti hai jaise koi bhooki kuttiya. Aur jab who uske andar jhadta hai, toh Komal ke chehre pe aisi khushi hoti hai jaise usne sab kuch paa liya.”
“Yes,” Jai spat. “Every night. Sometimes in his room, sometimes behind the fields, sometimes when I’m out of the village. His cum goes inside her, and Komal goes crazy for him. I talk to her, I shout, I cry… but when that man’s name comes, or his smell comes, Komal’s control ends. Her pussy gets wet. From her mouth only this comes — she wants his cock. She wants his cum. I’ve seen it many times. She sits on her knees in front of him. She takes his cock in her mouth like a hungry bitch. And when he cums inside her, such happiness comes on Komal’s face as if she has gotten everything.”
 
Bhola opened his mouth.
 
“Tune Komal Bhabhi se baat nahi ki? Samjhana ki—”
“Didn’t you talk to Komal Bhabhi? Try to explain—”
 
Jai’s head snapped up. His eyes were furious.
 
“Kya tu sun nahi raha hai jo main keh raha hoon?! Us ke cum mein kuch aisa hai jo auraton ko paagal kar deta hai! Komal control nahi kar paati! Main kai baar dekh chuka hoon! Who meri biwi hai, lekin us haramzade ka cum uske andar jaate hi who uski ho jaati hai! Maa ne mujhe bataya tha kaise us aadmi ko control kiya jaa sakta hai… poora rok nahi sakte, lekin control kar sakte hain. Aur sirf Komal nahi…”
“Are you not listening to what I’m saying?! There’s something in his cum that drives women crazy! Komal can’t control herself! I’ve seen it many times! She’s my wife, but the moment that bastard’s cum goes inside her she becomes his! Mother told me how that man can be controlled… you can’t stop it completely, but you can control it. And it’s not just Komal…”
 
Jai leaned forward, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous.
 
“Tujhe hairani hogi. Teri malkin ki maa bhi us ke control mein hai. Teri Simran Bhabhi ki maa. Who bhi us haramzade ke lund ki gulaam hai.”
“You’ll be surprised. Your mistress’s mother is also under his control. Your Simran Bhabhi’s mother. She too is a slave to that bastard’s cock.”
 
Bhola felt the words hit him like a physical blow.
 
“Kya…? Kya bol raha hai tu?”
“What…? What are you saying?”
 
Jai nodded slowly, eyes locked on his brother’s.
 
“Haan. Teri malkin ki maa bhi. Bahut pehle se.”
“Yes. Your mistress’s mother too. From a long time ago.”
 
Jai’s voice had gone flat, almost hollow, as if the words themselves were heavy.
 
“Unki maa yahan aayi thi. Kafi young hai abhi bhi. Bahut sundar. Teri Simran Bhabhi ki maa. Us raat main ghar pe nahi tha. Gaon ke dusre side kisi kaam se gaya hua tha. Jab wapas aaya… toh jo scene tha…”
“Her mother had come here. She’s still quite young. Very beautiful. Your Simran Bhabhi’s mother. That night I wasn’t at home. I had gone to the other side of the village for some work. When I came back… the scene that was there…”
 
He stopped, swallowed, then forced himself to continue.
 
“Us haramzade ne dono ko ek saath pakad rakha tha. Komal aur teri Simran Bhabhi ki maa. Dono nangi. Dono uske mote, kaale lund ke neeche. Main darwaze se dekha. Usne Komal ko godi mein bitha rakha tha, uska lund Komal ki choot mein pura ghusa hua tha, aur teri Bhabhi ki maa uske muh ke saamne ghutno ke bal baithi thi. Us ka muh uske balls pe lag raha tha, uske cum aur Komal ke ras ko chaat rahi thi. Us haramzade ke haath dono ki gaand pe the. Who dono ko ek saath chod raha tha — ek choot mein, ek muh mein. Itna paagal ho gaya tha ki shayad usko heart attack aa gaya. Main nahi jaanta exactly kya hua. Lekin subah hospital se phone aaya. Tab se… kabhi Komal, kabhi teri Simran Bhabhi ki maa… raat mein uske saath hospital mein rehti hain. Uske lund ke liye. Uske cum ke liye. Dono uske baghair nahi reh paati.”
“That bastard had both of them together. Komal and your Simran Bhabhi’s mother. Both naked. Both under his thick, black cock. I saw from the door. He had Komal sitting in his lap, his cock fully inside Komal’s pussy, and your Bhabhi’s mother was kneeling in front of his face. Her mouth was on his balls, licking his cum and Komal’s juices. That bastard’s hands were on both their asses. He was fucking both of them together — one in the pussy, one in the mouth. He got so mad that maybe he had a heart attack. I don’t know exactly what happened. But in the morning a call came from the hospital. Since then… sometimes Komal, sometimes your Simran Bhabhi’s mother… stay with him in the hospital at night. For his cock. For his cum. Neither of them can live without him.”
 
Bhola sat frozen. The image Jai had just painted was so filthy and so wrong that his mind refused to process it at first.
 
His own Bhabhi’s mother — the elegant, older woman he had only seen in photographs — on her knees, sharing the same thick, cursed cock as his brother’s wife.
 
“Isliye…” Bhola’s voice came out rough. “Isliye tu mujhe ghar aane se mana karta tha?”
“That’s why…” Bhola’s voice came out rough. “That’s why you used to stop me from coming home?”
 
“Haan,” Jai said simply. “Main nahi chahta tha ki tu yeh sab dekhe. Ya isme fas jaaye.”
“Yes,” Jai said simply. “I didn’t want you to see all this. Or get trapped in it.”
 
Bhola shook his head slowly.
 
“Ye sab… Bhai… mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha. Yeh sab itna… ganda hai. Itna galat.”
“All this… Brother… I don’t understand anything. All this is so… dirty. So wrong.”
 
Jai looked at him with raw, broken eyes.
 
“Bhai… meri zindagi khatam ho gayi hai. Meri biwi har raat us haramzade ke lund pe uchal rahi hai. Main dekh nahi sakta. Main so nahi sakta. Main jee nahi sakta. Ab sirf tu hi bacha sakta hai.”
“Brother… my life is over. My wife is bouncing on that bastard’s cock every night. I can’t watch. I can’t sleep. I can’t live. Now only you can save me.”
 
Bhola’s chest felt tight.
 
“Kya? Main kaise madad kar sakta hoon? Main kya karun?”
“What? How can I help? What should I do?”