Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 21: Revelations (Mg, rom)
The next day, Priya and the girls started their midterm
exams. Priya was testing out for completion of the eleventh
grade and begin her last year of high school the second
term.
Sitting at breakfast, Mom asked her, "Do you think you can
graduate this year?
Priya smiled at Mom and replied, "I'll make it. I'm really
confident that I can do well on my exams this week to begin
twelfth grade next semester."
Mom said, "Well, if you pass everything this term, I'd
start applying to the colleges you'd like to attend in the
fall. I don't know about here, but in the US, if you don't
apply early, you get left out."
"I know," said Priya, "Sean and I have talked about it, and
I think I'd like to remain here in India. I don't quite
feel really to move to the US and leave my family. Maybe
it's childish, but I don't feel ready to let go of my
Momma, Poppa and Sarah."
"How's Sarah doing?" Mom asked.
"She's doing fine. She's applied to the All India Institute
of Medical Sciences and Lady Hardinge Medical College, but
she'd rather go to All India. Haseeba has applied to Raj
Kamuri Nursing college; she wants to be a nurse."
"A nurse," I asked, "When did she decide that?"
Priya looked at me and said, "Her and Sarah have a combined
dream. Sarah will become a pediatrician and wants to open a
practice and Haseeba will be her nurse."
"I didn't know they became that close," Mom said.
Swallowing a bite of food, Mom asked Priya, "How's
everything else? Is little Aleeya learning any English?"
With a mouthful of food, Priya nodded, swallowed and
replied, "It's amazing how fast she's picking it up. You'll
be surprised when you see her on New Years Eve. She can
carry on a simple conversation already!"
"Wow," I injected, "She can really speak some English?"
"Yes," Priya said nodding, "She's really trying hard. Would
you like to know why?"
Mom said, "You mean she's got a reason to learn English at
four years old?"
Priya giggled and covered the side of her mouth as if to
share a secret with Mom. Still giggling she said, "She has
a huge crush on Sean, and wants to marry him. She thinks if
she learns English, he'll say yes."
Mom looked up startled and my dick jumped in my pants at
the thought of a four year old bride and I quickly
exclaimed, "WHAT? She can't be serious; I thought it was
just a simple case of puppy love! What did you tell her?
Why are you leading her on by allowing her to think
learning English will get her married to me?"
Mom grinned at me and said, "Look out boy, these Haaseem
women will get the best of you if you're not careful."
Turning back to Priya, she asked, "But seriously Priya, why
lead her on?"
"Well," she began, "I spoke to Uncle Mahmoud about it and
he said that it's probably just a phase she's going through
but any reason to learn another language is a good one, so
for me to just play along."
"I don't think it's right," I replied, "What if she becomes
obsessed with the idea and puts in all this work thinking
she can get what she wants, only to be disappointed?"
Mom said, "I think Mahmoud is right. After all, no normal
preschooler has any concept about some of their childish
dreams. Some little girls dream of being a princess only to
move on to another dream in the following months by wanting
to be a movie star."
I looked at both of them and asked, "Where does a four year
old get the idea to get married anyway?"
Priya glanced sideways at me and replied, "For two reasons.
First, she feels safe with you and has a special affection
for you, and because you're tall, blonde, have blue eyes
and are very handsome. Secondly, it's every little Indian
girl's dream to marry such a man, much less actually know
and see one in person. I know it was my secret dream. All
my life when everyone was teasing me, I dreamt that someone
like you would love a dark skinned girl like me."
Mom smiled and said, "That's so sweet. Like a fairy tale
Priya, your secret dream came true."
Priya blushed, smiled, then glancing over at me replied,
"It certainly has."
That was a good note to end the topic, so we finished
eating and got ready to leave. After dropping the girls off
at school and wishing them good luck on their exams, I went
to the office and began work on an idea I had to streamline
our shipping procedures.
Priya called me during her lunch period and asked if I
could just send a car to pick them up because she wanted to
go somewhere after school. I asked her where, but she
teased me by saying "I have to go please my boyfriend."
Going along, I asked, "And how long will it take to please
him?"
She giggled and replied, "I'm not sure, I've never done
this before."
"Is Sarah and Haseeba going with you?"
"Yes, I'd never travel alone, it's forbidden."
"What," I replied, "Even to please your boyfriend?"
"I need moral support."
"Well, I laughed, "Where's the morality in cheating on your
husband? What are you three going to do, have a ménage a
quad?"
"Hmmmm," she replied, "That sound kinda kinky, but no, just
some girl things, OK?"
"OK. Does Adib or Salima know you girls will be late
getting home?"
"Yes, Sarah called Momma and she's OK with it."
"Alright, just don't be too late."
"Thanks, I talk to you later, OK?"
"OK. I love you."
"Love you more, bye, bye."
"Bye." Click.
I called Mom to let her know about the girls going out
after school, but she'd already heard from Priya. I told
her that since I didn't have to pick the girls up, I'd stay
a little late at the office and be home around six and she
said she'd hold dinner until six-thirty.
I was home about six-fifteen and was upstairs changing when
Priya came into the bedroom. I smiled at her and asked,
"Boyfriend satisfied?"
"I'm not sure yet," she replied, and began to get
undressed. I was a little skeptical because she usually
likes to tease me when she undressing. But this time, she
turned her back to me. As I was taking my pants off, I
looked down to step out of them when I got hit in the face
with a pair of warm, pink lacy panties.
I looked up and Priya was standing in the center of the
bedroom in sort of a Venus de Milo pose with her right hand
covering her mons. She had her left arm up and her forearm
resting on the top of her head.
I looked at her for a moment and noticed something was
different, but I didn't know what. I suddenly realized her
underarm was bare. She saw I had figured it out and slowly
started moving her hand away from her pubes and began
tracing her slit with her forefinger, smiled seductively
and said, "Well boyfriend, how do you like my bare baby
pussy?"
Smiling, I walked to her and cupped her vulva. Her mons was
as smooth as her pussy lips and I gave her a playful animal
growl and said, "You are so soft! I love it!" And then
kissed her deeply.
We pulled apart and I asked her, "How often do you have to
go back and get waxed?"
She smiled and said, "Never. Electrolysis. Gone forever. I
just have to go back whenever I grow new ones, but I think
I'll just buy a machine and do it myself. She even did the
same with my underarms and a few on my legs. Do you really
like it?"
"I love it. How's it feel to you?"
Looking down at her pubes, she ran her hand over her mons
and said, "It feels kinda strange. I'm bald again like I
was when I was ten. I felt a little sad when she was
removing them because they meant that I was becoming a
woman, but now, I'm back to being a little girl again."
She looked up devilishly and repeated, "A little girl." As
she was saying it, she grabbed a handful of my package,
gently squeezed and with a lusty tone in her voice said, "A
nasty little girl with a bald pussy!" And then she stood on
tiptoes and bit my lower lip.
In satisfaction, I smiled and said, "Oh but you're MY bald
pussy, nasty little girl." She mock growled in response.
Curtly, she turned and picked up her panties, waved them
under my nose and trotted her dainty chocolate butt into
the bathroom and shut the door.
We dressed without any more shenanigans and went downstairs
to dinner. Just the memory of seeing her bald, smooth,
hairless chocolate colored pussy had me shuffling in my
seat with a raging hard on. I kept looking over at Priya
and she'd glance at me out of the corner of her eye while
eating and grin.
My mother was watching this unspoken conversation and
jokingly said, "Boy, we're a frisky pair tonight aren't
we?"
Priya grinned at Mom and said innocently, "Who me?"
Mom, not cutting her any slack, smiled wryly and replied
confidently, "I know when a debauching is in the making.
He's over there spinning like a top on his hard on and I've
been alone for a month and horny as hell for one myself!"
Priya spat out her food and burst out laughing. She
recovered enough to look at Mom in mock surprise and said,
"MOM! I've got tender ears!"
"Tender ears, my ass," she retorted, "By the look in your
eye, there won't be anything tender going on tonight!
You're a naughty little girl, Priya Michaels, just like
your Me Ma said."
Priya looked innocently at her and asked, "You won't tell
will you?"
Mom went back to eating and said, "Just don't wake the
neighbors down the street. I don't want them to know I've
got a screaming eleven year old nympho for a daughter-in-
law."
"I'll make sure I gag her first, Mom," I replied.
"Good," she said, "That way I won't know what I'm missing."
After dinner, we all rose and left the dining room. I
grabbed Priya's hand to hurry upstairs and Mom picked up
her book and holding it up, said to Priya, "Ya know girl,
this is the first time I've ever been jealous of you;
you're gonna get the bone tonight while I have to settle
for a book!"
We headed upstairs laughing.
Needless to say, I ate her velvety smooth chocolate pussy
until my tongue fell out, and then we fucked each other
into oblivion.
Each of the girls passed their exams, and I was delighted
that Priya had easily completed a year's classes in one
term despite all the issues. Even Haseeba passed in spite
of her traumatic experience, thanks mostly to Sarah.
New Year's Eve, everyone was in good spirits and we had a
nice, cordial New Years party at our house with Priya's
close relatives. In the back of our minds, Priya and I were
sad that the day was coming closer to when Mom would leave
for home.
During the party, Aleeya quietly came over to me, crawled
up on my lap and laid her head against my chest. She wasn't
her usual happy self, and I asked her if she was feeling
all right. She was sitting across my lap, her dress had
ridden up to about mid thigh and I noticed what looked like
as bruise in the inside of her thigh. I motioned for Priya
to come over, and nodded at Aleeya's leg. Priya pulled her
dress up a little, and sure enough, there was a bruise
about the size of a small orange on her leg.
Priya motioned for Mom to come over and then went to find
Mahmoud. Mom gave me a worried look and about that time,
Mahmoud came over and we showed him the bruise. Mahmoud
asked Aleeya how she hurt her leg and Aleeya said quietly
that she'd fell off the sofa against the table.
Mahmoud got a cross look on his face and went to seek out
his wife. He found Tallie near the kitchen and began talk
to her. From the look on his face and his body language, he
was seriously questioning Tallie as if he didn't believe
the child's story.
The whole time, Little Aleeya was unusually quiet, and I
asked her if she was OK. In English, she looked up at me
and said, "You please hold close and keep safe, OK?
"Sure sweetheart," I said, trying to reassure her, "I'll
keep you safe."
Priya's Me Ma was watching this whole thing unfold and
looked at me with a smile, then looked toward Tallie and
Mahmoud with a worried look, but just observed the action
quietly.
I handed Aleeya over to Mom, and she was very reluctant to
leave my arms, but after some reassurance, she let my
mother hold her. Priya began to tell me that Mahmoud was
having some trouble at his business with some street thugs
vandalizing his shop, wrecking some inventory and slitting
several of his delivery truck tires.
Mahmoud and Tallie were finishing their conversation, so I
asked him, "Why didn't you tell me what was happening,
maybe I can help. Do you need any cash to get things back
to normal?"
"I don't want to impose my problems on you. No thanks,
Sean," he replied, "Tallie is just upset, and I'm afraid
she took it out on Aleeya."
Looking at him seriously, I said, "Bullshit Mahmoud, that's
what family's are for; we help each other when there's a
family need. I'm telling you flat out - there is absolutely
no reason what so ever to take out frustrations by beating
a child; no reason at all!"
"You're very kind, Nephew," he admitted, "It will require
money I don't have to get things back to normal."
"How much do you need? Five, ten thousand rupee?" I asked,
"Just tell me what you need."
"Well, I'm not sure yet, but it looks like those hooligans
did about 20,000 rupees worth of damage. It's almost as if
someone has put them up to it; I've never had any problems
with the local kids, in fact, I've given a lot of them
jobs."
Not saying it out loud, the first thought that came to mind
was Haseeba's slimy father. He might be trying to get back
at me through my family.
Concerned for Aleeya, I asked him, "Do you want to leave
Aleeya here with us a few days until things settle down?"
"Thanks Sean," If it would be alright, I think that might
be a good idea, especially for Aleeya."
"No problem," I assured him, "We'd love to have her here
for a while."
I went over to the sofa to Mom and Aleeya and asked her,
"Hey little princess, would you like to stay with Priya and
me for a few days?"
She leapt into my arms, hugging me and said, "Oh yes, you
make Aleeya safe!"
I just hugged her and looked at Mom as if to say, "What
now?" Aleeya wouldn't let go of me, and fell asleep in my
arms. I carried the sleeping child around until the end of
the evening. I couldn't help but noticed her entire little
butt was so small I could cradle it in one hand.
Although not openly mentioned, the incident with Aleeya had
made the rest of the evening a little subdued, and after
the clock turned midnight and everyone wishing each other a
happy and prosperous new year, everyone began to say their
salaams and leaving.
I don't know why, but holding this near-baby in my arms, I
had no ill thoughts, sexual or otherwise, towards her. I
wanted more than anything just to make her feel safe and
loved.
After everyone had left and we were going to bed, Priya and
I tried to put her to bed. First, in the guest room, and
then my Mom offered to let her sleep with her, but Aleeya
wouldn't leave my arms.
Priya told Mom, "she can sleep with us."
I stripped down to my boxers while Priya undressed Aleeya.
Aleeya went through the motions of lifting her arm so that
Priya could remove her sundress as she stared quietly and
wide-eyed at me as I got undressed down to my boxers
without saying a word. Priya undressed her down to just her
little white panties, and what we saw made us both sick
with shocked awe. Little Aleeya's entire back and upper
thighs were covered with bruises. Priya turned her around
and pulled her panties down, and her little butt was black
and blue. Priya pulled up her panties put her in our bed.
I hadn't paid any real attention to Aleeya before, but she
is a very tiny child for being four; she stood only a
little over three feet tall and was very thin. She probably
only weighed about 30 to 35 pounds. She had a very thin
frame, and I could probably put my forefinger and thumb
around her thigh. Both her hands and her feet were so small
that I could have held either completely I my hand.
She had a very cute face with large, doe-like dark brown
eyes with a little button nose and a small mouth. Her long
dark brown wavy hair came to the middle of her back with
bangs cut straight across her forehead. Her complexion was
a light honey gold color. Her arms and legs were thin and
graceful with spindly legs. Her feet were no longer than a
pack of cigarettes.
Aleeya had the neutered look of a preschooler. Her frame
was straight from her chest to her hips, with no sign of
the curves she's grow to develop, with the characteristic
little pot belly of a child her age. Her chest was thin and
flat, and you could count her ribs. She had two tiny dots
of light brown for nipples that looked painted on her
chest, about the size of a pea, the outline of her flat
nipple no bigger than half the size of a grain of rice. I
could see the points of her hipbones, and a flat mons that
was slightly padded at the precipice. Through her panties,
I could make out two fat, predominant and full pussy lips
that one would expect to see on a baby girl.
I thought Priya was going to put her on her side of the
bed, but she put her in between us and said to me, "Hold
her tonight Sean, make her feel safe and loved."
Priya then turned over facing us, so I turned Aleeya on her
side facing Priya and spooned up against her, holding her
in my arms as Priya brushed the hair from her eyes and
began to stroke the side of her face.
The child was so tiny that, with her little butt up against
my groin, her head only came up to my sternum and her legs
barely past my knees. Aleeya giggled and fell off to sleep
almost immediately.
I had my hand over her shoulder and was holding her non-
existent left breast in my hand. Her chest was so small my
hand covered her entire chest. I could feel her heartbeat,
and like that of a little child, it was probably twice as
fast as mine, even when she was sleeping.
I stated to firm, and as I became erect against her
miniature butt, I noted that my erect phallus pressed into
her butt crack from her perineum all the way up to her
waist.
As I held her like this, I wondered how I could even
possible conceive of making love to such an elfin creature.
There was no way I could remotely consider attempting to
penetrate one so young.
But then I asked myself, "If that's the case, why am I
hard? Why does this baby arouse my loins?" I thought of
trying to touch her vulva, but banished it from my mind. I
wouldn't violate her, not when she'd entrusted herself to
me for protection. I lay there, just feeling the warmth
emanating from her. I just couldn't get the images of the
bruises this tiny little girl had had inflicted upon her.
I may have latent desires to make love to such a tiny and
tender creature, but I would kill myself before I could
ever inflict that kind of abuse on anyone, even an adult. I
had a fitful night trying to get to sleep.
I awoke groggily in a fog and something told me to just lie
there and pretend to be sleeping. Priya motioned for Aleeya
to unfold herself from my arms and said quietly to her,
"Come on, let's get dressed and wake up Sean."
Scooting off the bed, Aleeya asked Priya, "Did I sleep with
Sean undressed like this, in just my undies?"
Priya said, "Yes Sweetie, you did."
Aleeya asked again, "Did he hold me in his arms like that?"
Priya smiles at her and said, "Yes, dear, Sean kept you
safe in his arms last night."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, Aleeya, why would I be mad?"
"Cause he's your husband."
"Because you're so special, maybe someday I'll share him
with you, OK?
"Giggling she said, "Can I marry him?"
Priya said, "We'll talk about that later, now get your
little butt dressed, we need to get up, get dressed and
wake up Prince Charming, OK"
Giggling, she replied,"OK."
Once dressed, the little imp jumped on my stomach and was
bouncing up and down saying, "Get up, get up you
sleepyhead."
After being rousted out of bed, the two girls showered. I
put on a pair of gym shorts, then showered when they were
finished. We said morning prayers and went to breakfast.
There wasn't much conversation at breakfast because a four-
year-old motor mouth never shuts up. I explained to Aleeya
that she'd stay with my Mom today while Priya was at school
and I went to work, but that we'd get a movie and watch it
tonight. She was all giggles and fits when Mom said she'd
take her to the park.
Priya and I kissed Aleeya and the Mom goodbye and left to
pick up Sarah and Haseeba for school, and me off to the
office.
Continued in Chapter 22…
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