Child Bride of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 27: Revelations (Mgg, rom, no sex)
I awoke the next morning sandwiched between two young
girls; my 12 year-old wife and my four year-old espoused
second wife. Both Priya and Aleeya had their heads on my
chest, Priya, nude on my right and Aleeya, in panties on my
left.
I lay there and lightly caressed their bare backs as they
slept. I loved the feel of my wife's chocolate skin, and I
compared it to the honey colored skin of my four year-old
soon-to-be bride.
They both were silky smooth and I lowered my hand to hold a
butt cheek in each hand. Priya's was soft, spongy and firm,
about the size of a half cantaloupe, while little Aleeya's
panty encased a butt that was so small I could hold both of
her cheeks in my hand.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of Aleeya's panties
and held her tiny cheek in my palm. Although on a child so
small and tiny, it was very soft, yet more tightly firm and
hard due to the lack of flesh. I slowly slid my finger down
the crack of each girl's butt and came to a stop with the
pad of my finger lying against the starred opening of each
girl's anus.
Priya's was larger, maybe about the diameter of a quarter
and more pliant as I pressed against it. She was naturally
more experienced and receptive to penetration there, even
in her sleep, and even enjoyed having anal sex probably as
much, if not more than vaginal sex.
Aleeya's though, she being so much younger, was a tad
smaller than a nickel and clamped tightly shut. When I
touched her there, she reflexively clinched herself even
tighter, making a hard, rigid barrier.
I wondered if and when I'd be able to have her there. I
became erect at the thought of having all of this tiny
child's virginities.
I thought back to the night I had fantasized I was having
sex with her when I was actually with Priya. The thoughts I
was having now had a different tone. They somehow didn't
seem perverse, and the demon had not tormented me for quite
some time.
When I thought about it, I realized that it was the fact
that Priya now knew and had opened my eyes to the
deceptions I believed. I somehow knew that the
lasciviousness of those torments was gone, but there was
still the fact that I did indeed enjoy the idea of being
with a young girl.
Albeit, I never expected to be with a child so young as
Aleeya, but knowing the day would come when this babe would
willingly give herself to me was erotically thrilling. My
thought process towards this had somehow changed, and it
wasn't any longer (at least in my conscious mind) of simply
fucking a child. To me now, the thrill was to help a very
young girl experience the pleasures and wonders of a loving
communion for the first time. To awaken within a child,
that which she would normally never experience until years
later.
I thought of the gravity of trust that this child had
entrusted to me, to protect her and love her and make her
feel safe and special, and added to that, the trust placed
in me by my selfless wife and our families to make this
child a woman before her time. All of it for the sake of
believing and trusting that this child knew in her heart
whom to give herself to, and that the only one she trusted
herself with was I.
I remembered what my mother said on my wedding night with
Priya. She said that if I truly loved her, I would take
great care to kindle a passion in her that would last her
entire lifetime. And Priya said that if I treated Aleeya
gently and tenderly that she would give her soul with a
lifetime of child-like love.
Priya also said that I have a quality that endears me to
young girls. Both of the girls sleeping against my body
have had some sort of deep, painful traumatic wound in
their lives; Priya with prejudice and taunts to her spirit
due to her skin color, and then there was Aleeya with God
only knows how long she had endured the physical and mental
abuse of a young mother, still a child herself, ill
equipped to cope with and raise a child of her own.
Was this God's way of healing each of us in a strange and
unique way? They, who lived and suffered with torn hearts
and spirits; and me, without having a close relationship
with anyone and feeling alone as a child. Deep down, was I
still like a child looking for a likewise aged companion?
I accepted the fact that deep within myself I was strongly
attracted to young girls, but now thought of it as more a
privilege to be trusted by these tender souls than an
opportunity to sate a perverted desire. Some may think or
say, my change in perception was just another
rationalization to act out a perversion. But to me, I now
truly believed that the physical intimate expression was
just an added dimension to a special close and loving
relationship.
I looked at the clock and it was seven thirty. I smacked
both girls on the butt whispering, "Come on you imps, it's
time to get up. Priya's got school and I have to go to
work, and you little tike, have got another bridal
fitting."
Moaning, they both raised their heads and crawled out of
bed. The girls showered as I shaved and when they were
done, I got in to take mine. Once we were all dressed, we
said prayers and headed downstairs to breakfast.
While eating, Mom told Priya, "After school, I want you,
Sarah and Haseeba to come directly to the dress shop; no
dallying after school. All three of you girls have your
final dress fittings at four thirty so don't be late.
The wedding was planned to be on Aleeya's fifth birthday,
two weeks hence. Dad said he'd made the final arrangements
for the hall, and for the pre-wedding dinner.
The matriarchs of the family; Me Ma, Mom and Salima agreed
that Aleeya's henna party would be at Salima's and that
she'd stay with her and Adib until the wedding. It would be
cramped, but it was only for two days. Aleeya didn't like
the idea that she'd be away from Priya and I for two days,
but Priya told her that this was all part of the wedding
and that it was necessary to maintain tradition. Aleeya
seemed content with her explanation and accepted it.
Priya said, "Besides, it'll be fun… remember mine?"
Aleeya looked up, as if remembering and said, "I remember,
when I first saw Sean, I knew right then I wanted to marry
him."
After dropping off the girls at school, I diverted my
driver to the American embassy and dropped off Priya's
paperwork with Paul's secretary. She told me Paul had said
that when I came in, to tell me that he'd send Priya an
interview date for about ten days later. I thanked her for
the message and proceeded on to work.
I met with Dad and our lawyer that morning and we laid out
the conditions of the creation of the educational trust for
the Haaseem family children and I gave the lawyer the
changes I wanted put into my will. I told him I needed the
will completed ASAP because I had to present it to the Imam
when I met with him this evening. There would be no prenup
as with Priya because there couldn't be any evidence of my
being married for a second time.
After dinner, Aleeya, who must have been really tired from
all the commotion and fittings, was almost nodding off at
the dinner table.
Although Mom took control and care of Aleeya during the
day, Priya had taken the lead as Aleeya's mother figure and
teacher. After Priya felt that Aleeya had eaten enough, she
took her upstairs and put her to bed.
Priya and I agreed that, except for the one night where
Aleeya was first introduced to an intimate act with me, I
would not have any further sexual contact with her until
her wedding night.
After dinner, Pita cleared the table while we continued to
sit. Mom told Pita, "We're going to stay here at the table
and talk, could you please bring us some tea and water?"
Pita nodded and replied, "Yes mum, as you wish. It will
take a few minutes to brew the tea."
Mom said, "Thank you Pita, that'll be fine."
Mom turned to us and said to Dad, I don't know that you'll
want to stay for this conversation, we need to discuss
Aleeya's wedding night."
Dad said, "No, I'll stay. I have endorsed this wedding, and
I really want to understand how Sean will handle it. She's
like a baby grandchild, and although I know she's willing
to be intimate with Sean, in order to come to terms with it
in my mind, I'll need to understand the dynamics of this
special relationship."
Mom said, "Very well. Priya, you said you'd like to start?"
"Yes Mom," she began, "I think I understand things very
well, at least the way Me Ma and Momma have explained
things to me. Since I'm the first wife, part of my duties
is to consider Aleeya's need to spend time with her new
husband and become comfortably accustomed to being alone
with Sean intimately as his wife.
Up to now, she has slept with both of us and is content to
just snuggle and feel safe at night being close to us. From
my observations, I think she might be a little… what's the
word? Apprehensive? Yeah, that's it; apprehensive. She
might feel a little shy and apprehensive about being
completely alone with Sean and naked, knowing that she and
Sean will be doing things she's never done before. What's
your view Mom?"
"I think you are right. In her heart, she wants to be close
to Sean, and she knows that her new life will include doing
these, as she calls them, 'secret things,' she might still
be a little frightened. Have you given any thought as to
what you might do and how you'll handle the evening for her
Sean?"
"I've given it some thought," I began, "and I think the
best way is to try and restrain any real adult passion, and
approach it kind of like a game; you know playful tickles,
kisses and light fondling. I think I'll give her the
opportunity to explore my body, and answer any questions
she may have.
I thought that maybe taking a bath together might be a good
way to get her accustomed to being touched intimately and
her touching me in a non-threatening way.
Priya was old enough to understand what was going to
happen, and she pretty much knew that things would build in
the direction of being stimulated to end with intercourse.
Since penetration with Aleeya is out of the question, I
have to slowly make her comfortable enough to accept being
touched intimately, so that I can actually get her aroused
enough to enjoy being intimate. If she finds the experience
pleasurable, she'll be open to be more experimental and use
her imagination in incorporating her own methods of
participation.
I think the first thirty minutes will set the tone. If
she's really too frightened for any real intimate contact,
I'll just back off and let her set the pace. Even just
cuddle, if that's what she wants"
Dad asked, "Honestly Sean, when do you think it will come
to actually having sex?"
"I don't know Dad," I answered, "She may be five, but she's
really small for her age. She might not be ready until
she's… I don't know, maybe eight or nine? The one good
thing in my favor is that she doesn't have a hymen. I can
probably introduce her painlessly to penetration with my
finger long before she's big enough for actual sex.
The whole key, as I see it, will be if she'll let me get
her to the point of being aroused, at least to some degree,
that she might experience pleasure. In a best-case
scenario, even have a climax. I think she'll be able to
achieve one; it's just getting her to that point."
Dad asked me, "That's all well and good, but what about
you? What if she's not ready to reciprocate and please you?
How's that going to make you feel, having an intimate scene
and not getting release? I know that even with an adult
woman, if a man can't get his, he can get agitated and
frustrated."
I've thought about that. I think if she can have an orgasm,
the great release of energy from sensory overload might
just take so much out of her she'll just fall asleep. Priya
and I can then share time together to both our
satisfaction. I know that may not seem fair to Aleeya, but
that's all I can think of at the moment, unless someone has
any other suggestions.
I was thinking this morning about this, and this whole
thing about being intimate with Aleeya isn't about sex, per
se, as with adults, it's about Aleeya's discovery of her
sexual self and being comfortable with that part of herself
at an unusually young age. I might find enough pleasure
seeing her letting herself go and experiencing these new
feelings that it will be enough for me also. To me, it's
more a matter of trust; hers, Priya's and everyone else's
in both families, including you and Mom, Dad, that this
marriage is about her happiness, not giving a child away
for sexual satisfaction."
Mom said, "I think you've thought this out with great care.
I guess all we can do is hope that by giving her what she's
wanted, we haven't gone too far. That first night will
answer THAT question for sure."
Dad said, "That's what scares me, that the little thing
will suddenly realize she's in a new life that she's not
equipped to deal with, and that the dream she thought was
ideal, in reality, is something totally different."
Priya looked at Dad and replied, "I don't believe in my
heart that that's the case at all. Aleeya is a very smart
and intelligent girl. Being abused, she's become very
astute at seeing relationships; what a good one looks like,
and from experience, what a bad one's like.
She's learned English in about two months. I think she's
advanced like Sean and me and Sarah. How advanced, I think
is too soon to tell, but she has a clear vision in her head
of what she feels is right for her. Let's give her the
benefit of the doubt and see if she has the courage to see
her dream through to the end.
Another duty of the first wife is to set a schedule that's
flexible enough for all in the marriage to share intimate
time together. It will be hard on me initially because I've
decided that I will allow Aleeya to spend her first week as
a new bride with you Sean. After that, I think I'll split
the time equally between Aleeya and me, alternating nights.
Does that seem fair?"
I said, "I guess so, I never thought of that little
detail."
Mom said, "Will it be flexible or will it be, as they say,
'carved in stone'?"
"No," Priya answered, "I think there'll be times when one
of us will need Sean's attention more than the other and I
can adjust things as a need arises.
I think Aleeya may show her age and might throw a little
tantrum because up to now, she's spent every night with
Sean and I, and she'll have to get used to the idea
sleeping alone. It might be an issue at first.
Mom, you could help me with this. When you're alone with
her, you could talk to her about it and how it wouldn't be
fair if she had Sean all to herself and that as a good
wife, she has to let Sean share time with both of us."
Mom smiled and said, "I think I can politely make the point
with her and convince her that she has to share her time
with you and that she'll have to sleep alone to give the
two of you time together."
Priya put her hands on the table and said, "Well, I think
we've talked about everything, don't you? Does anyone have
anything else they think we've missed?"
Dad "Hummf'ed" and said, "Isn't that enough? Never in my
life would I ever have believed that I would help plan the
sexual life of a four year-old!"
Mom chuckled and said, "Yeah, life is certainly stranger
than fiction!"
Priya chuckled and said, "And I never thought I'd have my
baby cousin as a sister wife either!"
Just then, Priya looked far away for a moment and tears
started running down her cheeks. I asked her as I hugged
her, "What's wrong Sweetheart?"
She said softly, "At first, when I thought about all of
this, I was hurt and sad because I didn't want to share you
with anyone. But the more I thought about it, Allah spoke
to my heart and showed me my entire life. I was able to see
myself older, and as the matriarch of my home, and the
sister/mother of two wives. Sean, Allah said there will be
another wife in your life, although He did not reveal to me
who she is. God showed me how happy and content my life was
and that I had lived my life as a good and faithful woman.
That's when God told me, and I could hear His soft, gentle
voice tell my heart that my life would always be filled
with that pure and undying love of my husband that I have
with you now. God told me that he'd never take that away
from me, and that your love would be my strength.
He also said to my heart that He's made me stronger than
you to guide you and my sisters in the path to happiness
without malice or jealously.
He also told me that you and I have special gifts that will
save the hearts of two of His children. His plan is for
both of us to provide for their well being in love and
faithfulness.
I tell all of you this because no matter what happens in
the future, Sean and I both need your love and support.
Please be our pillars of love and guidance.
Dad, I need you to be strong for all of us, and not to
fight against the will of God.
Mom, will you always be there for me for help and advice? I
cannot do this task by myself; I really need you like
you've been here for me with Aleeya."
We all sat silent, stunned and shocked by Priya's
revelation.
Dad looked at Mom, Mom then Dad looked at me, and I looked
at Priya. I asked her, "Are you positive about this
vision?"
"As positive as the rings on my finger."
Mom, looking down said, "Priya, I don't doubt that what
you'd revealed, you believe to be true. Only time will bear
out the truth."
She looked up at Priya and continued, "Never in my lifetime
have I met anyone as unique and special as you. I promised
you that I would always be here for you and my promise
stands as my commitment of love for you.
Whatever life brings our way, I will be at your side. I've
always known Sean was a special child with an innocent and
childlike sensitivity that other children didn't possess.
That's why I've held him so close and tried to protect him.
I somehow knew when he was going to marry you that I'd lost
him to this country and its culture and customs. All I can
promise is that we'll face the future together and play the
cards God has dealt us to win in this game of life."
Dad looked at Priya and said, "I have a deep faith in God
also, but he's made me a more pragmatic man. I love you so
much you are like an angel that God has allowed me to love
as a daughter. I may love Aleeya or someone else with deep
affection, but for me, you are my heart, equal in love with
my own flesh and blood in Sean.
Six months ago, if someone were to tell me I'd have a
twelve year-old daughter-in-law, I would have said they
were crazy. These past few weeks, I've even seen and
admitted that Sean marrying a four year-old child is the
right thing to do. I won't lie to you and say I accept what
you say, I'll only promise to try my best to keep an open
mind and view each case on its merits and whether it is
truly the right thing to do, for the right reasons and for
the right person. Can you accept that?"
Priya smiled at Mom and then at Dad and replied, "That's
all I ask, that you are there for us with your support.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about this, but I feel
safe with you as my family to understand and accept these
things in a way my parents never could. I think it best
that we never mention this again until the time reveals
itself to us.
Sean, never speak to me about this. If your love for me is
as you profess, trust in me to do what's right. I will
never place our love or the love of Aleeya in jeopardy.
According to my vision, our lot in life is to bring love
and happiness to others in a family of love, not contention
or hurt.
Just love me as you do, give Aleeya the love she needs, and
God will bless us with more love to give. Do you trust me
with your life?"
"My next breath comes from your heart, and it always will."
"That's all I'll ever need from you, my one, true love."
Priya stood proudly and told all of us, "Well then, when we
get up tomorrow, let's begin to live with the cards we've
been dealt."
I looked at my watch and saw that it was already seven-
thirty. I said to everyone, "I've got to go. I have to meet
with the Imam at eight-thirty." I got the will and my coat
and left.
I met the Imam precisely at the appointed time. We sat down
and I explained everything to him in detail. I told him
that legally, I had adopted Aleeya, not for the purpose of
being her father, per se, but for two legal reasons.
First, so that she could live with me in anonymity as my
wife and so that I couldn't be prosecuted by two
governments for child sexual abuse.
Secondly, because of the trouble I'd had with the American
embassy regarding Priya's age, I needed a plausible means
to get her a passport and access to the US that didn't
arouse suspicion when I had to travel back and forth
between countries.
The Imam said that although it is forbidden to marry a
daughter, and that since my mother was, at the moment the
primary care giver, and the extenuating circumstances of
our situations, he wanted to see the dower I'd offered her.
I showed him the will, and that she would be given a trust
fund of ten million US dollars, that all of her needs would
be met and that she wouldn't be like so many child brides;
used and abused, or worse, sold without any hope for a
future, and that she'd be educated, he agreed that he would
permit the marriage and perform the ceremony.
With THAT load off my mind, we parted after I gave him the
details of the wedding; date, time and place. Then we
exchanged our salaams and parted.
When I got home, Priya was watching a movie with Mom and
Dad in the living room. I explained the events of the
meeting, and everyone gave a sigh of relief. We all
concluded it had certainly been a full day.
We rose and hugged and kissed each other good night and
went to bed.
Once in bed, I enfolded my wife in my arms and said to her,
"My beloved, words cannot express it, but you know what's
in my heart. I love you with an undying love that will
outlast the sands of time."
She kissed me tenderly and smiled saying, "And I love you
even more."
Continued in Chapter 28…
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