Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 26: Adoption, Birthdays and More (Mgg, rom, cons,
Mg ws, no sex))
When I awoke the next morning, Priya was still half laying
across my body, holding my now erect member in her hand.
Aleeya had shifted during the night and was laying with her
back to me, snuggled against the side of my chest with her
head in my armpit and her right arm back behind her and
laying on my stomach.
Priya woke when I stirred and leaned up to peek at Aleeya.
She silently motioned for us to get up and go to the
bathroom. She sat on the toilet and spayed her legs apart
and while reaching down to pry open her pussy lips, she
looked at me pleading and in a little girl's voice said,
"Please? My little cunny needs a birthday washing."
I smiled, said "Happy Birthday Sweetheart," and without
further ado, began to piss, bringing my flow up to wash
across her clit. She giggled and said, "I'm such a nasty,
bald-pussied little girl!"
Laughing, I said, "OK you bald pussied little harlot, let's
get cleaned up and wake up Aleeya. We washed and dressed,
and Priya giggled and said, "Go ahead, wake her up with
kisses."
I pulled back the duvet and she must have felt a chill
because in her sleep, she was reaching around, searching
for the covers. I kissed the sole of her foot, and she
pulled it back, probably tickled. I took her foot gently,
so as not to wake her and began to suck her little toes.
She smiled and half giggled in her sleep, then began to
slowly wiggle her toes in my mouth.
Priya was holding her hand over her mouth to keep from
laughing aloud as she watched. I then leaned over and
kissed the tiny beige dot on her chest that would one day
grow into her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at me
as if to say, "What are you doing?" She then smiled and
said, "You just kissed my baby booby."
Smiling back, I replied, "Yes I did, and it's a really
tasty little baby booby too!"
She said, "You're a bad boy! But I like doing secret things
with you, am I a bad girl?"
"No, you're not a bad girl, just a little naughty."
Giggling she leapt to her knees and wrapped her arms around
my neck, laying kisses all over my cheeks and said, "I love
you Sean, and I can't wait to be your wife!"
Teasing her, I said, "Well, you never know. Ask Priya, I
can be a bad, bad boy sometimes."
"Priya and I will have to beat your butt when you're a bad
boy!"
"Oh no! Not that! Please don't beat my butt!"
Priya dragged me onto the bed and said to Aleeya, "Let's
get him, beat his butt good!"
Giggling, both girls began to paddle me as I feigned pain.
We finally got Aleeya washed and dressed, said prayers and
went downstairs to breakfast. As soon as we walked into the
dining room, Mom and Dad yelled, "Happy Birthday, Priya!"
We were eating and Dad was teasing Aleeya that he was a
mean old man and that he liked to eat little girls for
breakfast. Aleeya, not meaning to, made us all laugh when
she said, "Well, I'm not too big, and I'm not a lot to eat.
In fact, I'm kinda skinny. Do you really eat little girls
for breakfast?"
Dad laughed and said, "No, I was just having fun with you."
Not seeing the humor in it, she simply replied, "Oh." And
went on eating.
The doorbell rang, and Mom said, "Who can that be, we
certainly don't need anymore surprises."
Pita answered the door, then walked into the dining room
with a big manila envelope, which she handed to me. I
looked at the return address; it was from the American
embassy in New Delhi addressed to Priya Michaels.
I opened it and read the cover letter with everyone looking
on. I said, "It's Priya's visa paperwork. She has to go get
a physical, some shots, a criminal report and fill out
another form, then return the whole packet to the embassy
in order to get an interview date for her visa."
Mom and Dad gave a sigh of relief. Priya looked around
while taking a bite of food and said, "Things are looking
up. Nice birthday present, huh Father?"
Dad smiled at her and said, "It sure is Sweetie, it sure
is."
Mom said, "I'm so happy for you, Priya!"
To get Priya out of the house so Mom could get things ready
for her party, I told Aleeya that Priya and I were taking
her shopping for new clothes and to buy Priya some birthday
gifts. I stopped by the jewelers to pick up the gifts I'd
ordered. It took a little slight of hand, but I was able to
keep Priya from seeing I'd bought her something also. While
we were there, I told Priya that we couldn't buy Aleeya
wedding rings, so Priya suggested a platinum necklace with
a one-caret diamond pendant surrounded with diamond
clusters instead. She said that I could give it to her as a
wedding announcement present at Priya's party tonight. I
agreed, saying it was a perfect idea, so we bought it.
The girls proceeded to drag me through two malls and nearly
wore out my credit card, but Aleeya ended up with a new
wardrobe, including under things and sleepwear.
We got showered and dressed and said evening prayers and
went downstairs to start receiving Priya's family for the
buffet dinner and party.
People started arriving about five-thirty, and by six,
everyone seemed to be here except Mahmoud. I asked Adib
where he was, and he said Mahmoud felt ashamed to show his
face and was at home. I asked Adib to have our driver take
him over and bodily drag him here if he had to.
Adib arrived about thirty minutes later with a sullen and
withdrawn Mahmoud. I told him to act like a man and be a
part of this family, to be happy for his daughter and
favorite niece. That seemed to snap him out of his funk,
and I told him to go get something to eat.
After everyone had eaten, Mom sat Priya in a chair in the
middle of the patio to start opening her gifts. She
received a lot of clothes and a few pairs of shoes. Aleeya
and I secretly bought Priya an opal ring from Aleeya to her
new sister. Aleeya stood giggling as Priya opened it, and
when Priya saw what it was, Aleeya jumped on her lap,
hugging her, and said, "You are my special sister and I
wanted to get you something that showed you how pretty you
make me feel!"
Priya cried with joy, kissing her sister with little pecks
all over her face. Mom and Dad bought Priya a beautiful set
of ruby and diamond earrings. I bought her a two caret,
square cut emerald necklace, and she about fainted when she
saw it.
Me Ma jokingly said, "Sean, you know Muslim law allows you
four wives… I'm available," batting her eyelashes like a
giddy schoolgirl.
I laughed and replied, "Me Ma, I think you're more woman
than I could handle!"
She didn't miss a beat as she retorted, "Oh, you beautiful,
blonde haired boy, you'd die a very happy man!"
My mother had to cross her legs to keep from pissing
herself! Mahmoud came over and knelt at Priya's feet, bowed
his head and said to her, "I am so ashamed that I have no
gift to give you, but you know you have always been dearest
to my heart."
Priya, with tears in her eyes, laid her hand on his cheek
and replied, "You've given me the greatest gift of all,
your precious Aleeya as my sister! What greater gift can
there be?"
He hung his head in her lap and cried.
I thought it fitting to make sure Mahmoud was brought back
into the fold with dignity, so I said loudly for everyone
to hear, "Mahmoud? Your whole family is here and will agree
with me that the tragedy of the past few days wasn't your
fault; there's nothing for them to forgive. I love you as
if the same blood flows through our veins."
I had him stand, and with my hand in his, I asked him, "As
our family as witnesses, I ask you for the hand of your
daughter in marriage. Priya and I would be honored to have
her as a part of our family, and I vow to honor and cherish
her all the days of my life, and Priya has consented to
love her as a sister and guide her in life as a mother."
He cried out, "Allah has covered my shame with love and
salvation for my child!"
He then asked Aleeya to take his hand. Looking deep into
her eyes, he said, "If this is what you want for your life,
I give my consent. Do you wish to be a bride to Sean?"
She hugged him around his legs and said, "Oh yes Daddy, I
want it more than anything in the world!"
Priya then nodded to me and I knelt down and had her face
me, and I asked her, "Aleeya, will you trust me with your
heart to make you feel safe, loved and happy for all the
days of your life? Would you be my wife and a sister to
Priya?"
She looked at me kneeling there with tears in my eyes and
said, "Allah hears even my little prayers! You know how
much I love you Sean; you always know how to make me feel
loved and safe. Wait and see, I'll try my best to learn how
to be a good Muslim wife for you! Priya will teach me,
won't you Priya?"
Priya, crying and smiling with love at her, nodded, then
they hugged. Everyone was in tears and clapping. Mom and
Dad went to her, knelt and gave her group hugs and kisses.
I pulled the velvet box from my pocket and I turned Aleeya
to face me. I said to her, "You're too small and you will
grow a lot over the coming years, so we can't buy you a
wedding ring, but instead, let this be a sign of our love.
I opened the box and withdrew the necklace.
She saw the diamonds and with wide-eyed amazement, she
said, "For me? It's really for me?"
"It's for you dear, it is yours forever."
I put the necklace around her neck and clasped it shut. She
sat on the floor, holding the diamonds in her hand staring
at them, oblivious to anyone else in the room.
She had tears running down her little cheeks as she rose
and ran to her Me Ma and said, "You were right Me Ma, Look!
They sparkle, just like my heart is sparkling inside right
now!"
Me Ma took her little face in her hands, kissed both of her
cheeks and replied, "Let your heart sparkle like this for
the rest of your life!"
Sarah and Haseeba ran to her to see her necklace. Sarah
with bug-eyed awe said, "My God! Look at all those
diamonds! It must have cost a fortune!"
Salima said, "Now, now there."
Aleeya, proud of her badge of betrothal, said, "It's
because I'm worth it!"
Mom burst out laughing louder than anyone and cheered her
on saying, "You go girl! Tell 'em to eat their hearts out!"
After another hour of congratulations, with everyone
exclaiming over Aleeya's necklace, the party slowly ebbed
to a close. Priya and I felt proud that we had been able to
keep our promise to Aleeya and give her the dream she'd
asked everyone to help her obtain. And, that I felt that I
had helped to heal a tear in what I had come to believe was
a close and loving family.
Later in bed, we explained to Aleeya that because of her
age, and other problems we would explain in more detail
later, she had to keep the fact that she was going to get
married a secret. She couldn't tell anyone outside the
family what her necklace really meant. She seemed to
understand, but was a little sad, because like all new and
expectant brides, she wanted to share her joy.
The next week passed pretty uneventfully. Priya took off a
day of school, went to the designated hospital for her
physical, shots and chest X-ray, got a copy from the police
department showing she had no criminal record and filled
out the form. I went to work everyday with Dad while Mom
watched Aleeya at home
In the meantime, Aleeya's adoption had cleared, and
Mahmoud, Priya's parents and mine, along with Priya, Aleeya
and I had to go to the Indian office for Adoption Affairs
to finalize Aleeya's adoption. Because I was an American
citizen, there was a representative from the embassy there;
guess who? You got it! It was Paul Whitford.
He looked at me and jokingly said, "What are you trying to
do, scoop up all the young girls in India?"
Laughing, I said, "No, Aleeya here is Priya's cousin and
has been a victim of physical abuse, and her father doesn't
have the financial means nor anyone to care for the child
while he works, so I'm adopting her."
"Well," Paul began, "Since you're an American citizen, and
your adoption of this foreign child has been finalized and
approved, she automatically becomes an American citizen.
Here's her passport, she's now your child legally and with
her American citizenship and passport, you can take her
back and forth from the US as easily as any other US child.
Remember though, she's no longer an Indian citizen, which
means you'll have to take her and her passport, along with
the adoption papers and your passport to get her a visa to
stay in India while you're here."
Thanks," I said, "I thought I'd have to apply for her
citizenship and passport."
Paul said, "We handle things this way because usually the
adoptive parents take the child directly to the US after
the adoption is finalized and the child is handed over to
his or her new parents. This way there are no problems
getting the child enrolled in school or things like that.
Well Aleeya, how do you like your new daddy?"
"I love my new daddy, I'll love him for ever and ever!"
We shook hands and he said, good luck with your new
daughter. By the way, did you get your wife's paperwork?
"Yes, thank you," I said, "We've got it all filled out and
completed, when can I bring it in?"
He said, "Just drop it off to my secretary and I'll push
things up and send you an interview date. Make sure she has
a valid Indian passport that's good for at least six
months."
"Already taken care of, it's new and good for six years."
"Good, I'll send you a date next week sometime, OK?"
"Fine, I'll wait to hear from you. Thanks again, Paul."
"Goodbye Sean, Priya, and you too Miss Aleeya Michaels!"
Aleeya smiled up and said, Goodbye, Mr. America."
We all parted laughing at her innocent attempt to be
polite.
On the way home, Adib confided to Dad and I that Mahmoud
had lost his business when word of what happened got out,
and that he was basically destitute and severely depressed.
I told dad that Mahmoud had a delivery service and knew the
ins and outs out the city, and that training him for our
shipping department wouldn't take much time or effort, and
that I wanted to offer him a job. He thought that was a
good idea, but that Mahmoud would probably take it better
coming from him than me, so Dad said he'd make the offer.
Adib was profusely grateful for our concern for his brother
and started to cry. Dad said not to worry about it, that's
what friends are for, and besides, with Aleeya now with
Sean, he was family. Adib was still tearfully grateful.
Priya was now going to school every day and I was working
daily also. Dad helped me finish implementing my new
shipping procedures and made some suggestions about
combining some of the manufacturing processes to cut costs
and speed up production. Mom took on the duty of looking
after Aleeya during the day.
Mom, Salima and Me Ma began to make the arrangements for
Aleeya and my wedding. It seemed like all the women in the
family, even Sarah and Haseeba, became involved and were
happy for Aleeya, while at the same time curiously
enthralled at the idea of a multiple-wife marriage in their
family. This generation of kids had no experience with this
issue, only having a general knowledge that these marriages
existed.
Aleeya, of course, was ecstatic and overjoyed at knowing
the whole family's efforts were centered on her. Mom said
that Aleeya was most overjoyed at the attention she was
getting during the designing and fitting of her wedding
clothes. She was simply overwhelmed that she would ever
wear such beautiful clothes in her life.
Her Me Ma seemed to take a special interest in picking out
Aleeya's wedding garb, even to the point of helping design
the intricate patterns of the embroidery work and the
materials used.
When the women were in the limo on the way home from one of
these fittings, Aleeya asked her Me Ma, "Me Ma, what will
happen on my wedding night? I heard some women at the shop
say it would be very painful and I'll bleed a lot. What did
they mean?"
"Me Ma hugged her to her breast and said, "Do you think
Sean would hurt you?"
"No Me Ma, Sean would never hurt me. He loves me and said
he'd never hurt me."
"Then believe Sean. You may be too young to understand now
child, but you will spend the rest of your life with Sean
and Priya. A husband's job is to protect and love his
wives. He needs you to trust that he will protect you, not
hurt you.
Sean will make your wedding night something you will
remember with love, all of your life. Marriage is supposed
to make a girl feel happy and loved in special ways with
her husband that no one else can make her feel. Because you
are such a tiny girl, you will not be able to do some of
those things; things like Sean and Priya do, but your
husband will take care of you. Because he loves you, he
will find ways to make you happy that you will be happy to
do with him. Do you understand?"
I believe you Me Ma, and I trust Sean not to hurt me."
"Child, you need to tell us the truth and be completely
honest. You are really too young to be a bride and a wife.
It's only because of special reasons we are letting you do
this while you are still very, very young. You do not
understand your body yet and there are many things in life
you have no knowledge of. Does the thought of getting
married frighten you? Are you afraid that you won't be
happy?"
"I'm not scared of Sean or Priya, but those women scared me
when they said I'd be hurt and bleed. I don't want to be
hurt anymore. I'm happy with Sean and Priya and I believe
that they only want to make me happy and safe, but will I
have to be hurt?"
"No child, remember what you told your Auntie? That love
doesn't hurt, it heals?
"I remember."
"Well you're right, it doesn't hurt, and Sean won't hurt
you. None of us will ever let anyone ever hurt you again.
Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, I feel much better now."
"Good. Be a happy little bride, and always trust your
husband to protect you and keep you safe. Sean is a good
and gentle man, he'll be very gentle and loving with you. I
know it in my heart."
"I do too, Me Ma."
"Good. Hold onto that as your strength and courage to be a
good wife all of your life and Allah will bless you with
beautiful children when it's the right time for you to be a
mother."
"I will. I'll be a good mother and never beat my babies."
"I know you will sweetheart, I know you will."
After dropping off Salima and her mother, Mom brought
Aleeya home and got her cleaned up for dinner while Priya
was finishing her homework. I was in the study with Dad
discussing Mahmoud.
Aleeya was watching TV in the living room, so Mom called
Priya into the study with us.
She related the events in the limo, what the women at the
shop had said that had scared Aleeya, and her grandmother's
remarks to her. Mom said to Priya, "I think you need to
teach Aleeya about her body. She needs to have at least a
simple understanding of her body parts, where and what they
are, and what they are there for.
As a mother, I normally wouldn't give this kind of
instruction to a girl until she's about nine or ten, but
she's getting married in a few weeks and she needs to know
a little more about her body. Can you handle it, or do you
want me to teach her?"
"No," Priya said, "I'm responsible for her and I can teach
her what I think she needs to know, but could you be there
with me to help me if I need it?"
"Sure Priya," Mom replied, "I'd be happy to help you in any
way I can."
Priya sighed and said, "Well, I guess after dinner would be
as good a time as any, will that be OK?"
Mom smiled and said, "Fine, after dinner we'll begin."
Dad, still not comfortable with the reality of his son
marrying a four year-old child, said, "This is the part I'm
really having trouble with. I have no idea how a grown man
can be intimate with a baby like that and still have her
grow up normal."
Mom said to Dad, "It's easy, John, you treat her like any
other woman wants to be treated; with gentleness,
tenderness and love. Priya's twelve now, and she certainly
doesn't seemed traumatized by having an active sex life,
does she?"
Dad replied, "No, but Priya's twelve going on thirty; she's
not your average twelve year-old. Sean, you can't really
consider actually… you know, 'doing it' with her are you?"
"No dad," I began, "I don't think she'll be ready for
actual penetration for a few years. What do you think I am,
a monster?"
"I'm sorry," he said, "It's just I'm having a hard time
dealing with this, it brings back a terrible memory"
Mom put her hand on Dada's and said, "John, please forgive
me, but I told Sean about the incident in Viet Nam the day
I called you, when we were talking about child abuse and
how you felt about it."
"Don't worry, Dad. I'd never hurt her."
Mom said, "I know you wouldn't Sean, it's just a touchy
subject, even when it's done with care."
I didn't want to discuss it any further with Dad; he was
just too sensitive about it. I told Priya, "Get Aleeya
ready for dinner, it looks like tonight we've got to begin
some Sex Ed 101." I left for the dining room.
We sat and ate, subdued and relatively quite. Aleeya
noticed the lack of conversation and most notably, the
concerned look on Dad's face. She asked him, "What's wrong
Poppy? Aren't you happy today?"
Dad smiled and replied, "Seeing you child, can always make
me happy. Are you happy?"
"Oh yes Poppy, I'm really happy. Priya said I'm gonna get
some lessons about my 'choochie' tonight. What's a
'choochie'?"
Dad laughed and replied, "I think it's about secret girl
things. You know, things girls talk about with other
girls?"
"Oh," she said,"
After dinner, Dad and I went to the den and sat down to lay
out an outline of what we needed to do for the wedding
preparations, while the girls went upstairs for their girl-
to-girl talk.
It didn't take us long to finish the details for all the
events and the wedding, having just been through it a few
months earlier. I asked Dad, "What am I worth, Dad; how
much is my portfolio worth?"
He said, "Funny you should ask, I just met with our
accountant last week and you're worth, right now, about one
hundred million, why?
I told him I wanted my will changed to start a trust in the
same amount as Priya's and that I'd like to create a trust
of about ten million as a college fund for all of the
Haaseem children. I told him that I'd feel guilty being a
part of their family and not being able to help all of the
family's children get a good education.
He said, "I'm so proud of you Son, I can't think of a
better way to invest your money than in the lives of your
family. I've done the same thing for some the younger kids
in your mother's and my families. I'll have the lawyer draw
up the papers and see that it gets done."
"Thanks, Dad. I knew you'd understand."
Dad looked at his watch and said, "What are those girls
doing up there, they've been up there an hour and a half.
What are they doing, giving her the whole lesson on the
creation of the world?"
I laughed and said, "I don't know, but you know how it is
when more that two girls get together; it becomes a
convention."
Dad laughed and said, "Yeah, you're probably right,
especially with your mother. Boy, can she talk when she
gets started!"
We just sat back and watched a basketball game, waiting for
the girls to return.
While the men's time was occupied, other things were
happening upstairs…
In the bedroom, and after closing the bedroom door, Mom and
Priya looked at each other with little Aleeya looking up at
them, expectantly waiting to begin her lessons on
'choochies.'
Evidently, Aleeya was growing impatient and asked Mom and
Priya, "Well, are you gonna teach me about choochies or
what?"
They both laughed, and Priya said to Mom, "Where to begin?"
Mom smiled and shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I guess
at the beginning."
Priya knelt down on one knee and said to Aleeya, "Mom and I
are going to try and help you understand your body; a
girl's body. We are all girls and our bodies are all the
same, but we are all different because girls come in all
shapes and sizes.
Look at yourself Aleeya, you're very tiny because you are
just becoming a young girl. In some ways, your body is
still like a baby girl's.
Let's get undressed and sit on the bed, I think it will be
easier to explain if you can see what we mean."
Mom, looked at Priya, not really expecting to get undressed
for this lesson, as if to say, "This isn't what I was
thinking."
Aleeya went to the side of the bed, flipped up her dress
and dropped her drawers in one fell swoop, then climbed on
the bed to sit facing them with her legs splayed open and
holding her feet with her soles pressed to each other.
Priya got undressed and climbed on the bed beside her, with
Mom still standing by the door. Aleeya said, "Well Mom, are
you going to get undressed too?"
Mom gave a sigh of resignation and walked to the edge of
the bed saying, "When in Rome…" and began to get undressed.
Priya got up, went to the bathroom and returned holding a
hand mirror. She sat back on the bed, laying the mirror
beside her.
Again, Mom and Priya looked at each other wondering who was
going to start. Mom took the lead and said to Aleeya,
"Remember our talk in the park, and you asked me about the
secret things husbands and wives do together?"
Aleeya nodded and replied, "I remember. You said that I
didn't need to know yet and that if I was getting married,
you'd talk about them to me."
"That's exactly right. It's now time to teach you some of
those things, but you need to know more about your body so
that when the time comes on your wedding night, you might
understand better what to do, how your body works and why
you may feel some of the things you will feel and not be
frightened or scared."
Priya began with, "As you can see, we are all girls. We all
have the same bodies, but each of us is different. You are
very small. I am bigger than you, but I'm still not as big
as Mom.
Your skin is like the color of honey, mine is dark like
chocolate, and Mom's is white. We all have boobies but you
don't look like you have them yet because yours haven't
begun to grow. Mine are small and just starting to grow,
but Mom's are fully-grown and bigger. They are called
breasts, but you can call them boobies if you like, or
titties.
Aleeya looked at all their chests, then at Priya and said,
"Can I touch yours?"
Priya nodded.
Aleeya reached out and softly ran her hand over Priya's
breast, then cupped it in her hand and gently squeezed.
Aleeya said, "They're very soft!" Priya's nipple poked
out, and Aleeya giggled and asked, "Why did that happen?"
Priya said to her, "They are very sensitive to being
touched. That little bump is called a nipple. When you have
babies, your boobies will grow and fill up with milk, and
your baby will suck it out and drink milk from your body."
Priya reached over, and with the pad of her finger, began
to gentle rub it across Aleeya's beige spot on her chest.
After a couple of seconds, Aleeya's tiny nipple, about the
size of the tip of a pen perked itself up and out of her
half-inch areola. Aleeya immediately covered her nipple
with her hand and said, "Oh my! That sent tingles through
me and I could feel it in my pee pee!
Mom, can I feel your boobies?"
Mom smiled and said, "Yes, you may."
Aleeya reached over and cupped my mother's breast softly
and said, "Wow! Your boobies are really big, and very soft;
like a pillow. Why are your nipples so big and pink and
Priya's are shaped different and dark brown and mine are a
pinkish brown?"
Mom chuckled and said, "It's our skin color. The different
colors of our skin make our nipples a different color too."
Priya placed a couple of pillows against the headboard and
laid back against them and spread her legs. She said to
Aleeya, "If you look between your legs, and then at me, you
can see we are made the same way, except, just like our
boobies, we're all shaped a little differently.
Mom was getting a little embarrassed, but slowly opened her
legs for Aleeya's inspection. Aleeya craned her head down
to inspect her groin, then looked at Priya and over at Mom.
She looked at Mom, giggled and said, "Wow! You sure got a
lot of hair down there!"
Mom laughed out loud and remarked, "Yeah, it looks like I
could use a hair cut down there doesn't it?"
Priya giggled and said, "When a girl becomes a woman, she
grows hair there, you will too."
Looking back at Priya's crotch, she commented, "You haven't
got any like me, are you gonna get hair too?"
Priya blushed and said, "I had some hair there, but I had
it removed."
"Why?" Aleeya asked.
"Because our husband likes the feel of soft, smooth skin
without any hair."
Mom cocked an eyebrow at this new found fetish of her son
and quipped, "Oh yeah?" Priya blushed again and nodded.
Priya went on by explaining, "If you look closely, you'll
see what looks like two lips between your legs: we all have
them. Yours are really big and fat like a baby girl's, mine
are still kinda fat, but Moms are thinner. Mom's looks
longer, but that's because she's a bigger woman than we
are. They're real name is called labia, but everyone just
calls them lips because that's what they look like."
Aleeya spent a few minutes comparing each other and said,
"I see, we're all the same, but different too."
Mom said, "Yes, that's what makes each of us special, God
made us all a little different; there's no one else in the
world exactly the same.
Priya leaned back, and with her thumb and forefinger spread
her lips apart. She then said to Aleeya, "Now look closely,
because this is where everything important that you need to
remember about being a girl is; it's inside your lips.
See this piece of skin at the top of this groove?"
"Yes, I see it" Aleeya said with her head inches away from
Priya's opened pussy.
This skin is called a hood. It's called that because it
covers a very sensitive bump and protects it."
Priya applied pressure to the back of her hood to expose
her clit. She told Aleeya, "See this little bump, it looks
something like a tiny, tiny finger sticking out, do you see
it?"
"Yes, I can see it," she said.
Priya said, this is called a clit, but you can call it your
tingle button, because if it's touched it will give you
lots of tingly electric-like shocks that make you feel
very, very good
Now, look down a little bit. Do you see a tiny hole there
in the center, a little down from my tingle button?"
"Yeah, I think so," Aleeya answered, and she barely touched
it with her finger and said, "Is this the hole you're
talking about?"
Priya jumped a little, not expecting to be touched there.
She giggled and said, "Yes dear, that's it. This is where
you go pee pee from. When you go pee, it comes out this
little hole.
Now, look down a little further, can you see what looks
like an opening; kinda like a small hole going inside my
body?"
"Yes, I see it. What's THAT hole for?"
"This hole," Priya began, "Is your very secret place. This
is what makes us a woman. It's there for two reasons. This
is very important and very sacred, Aleeya, so remember what
I tell you.
This is where Sean will put his thingy when you are bigger
so that you can be joined together as one body. This is
where he will put his sperm, the juice that makes a baby,
inside you when your body grows and you're old enough to
have a baby. You call it your pee pee but its real name is
a vagina, but you can call it your coochie or cunny or pee
pee if you like. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I think so. He'll put his thingy inside me and give
me his baby juice and put a baby inside my belly, right?"
"That's right, sweetheart."
Now, if you look all the way down, you can see another
hole. You know what that hole is don't you?"
'Yeah, that's your poopy hole, right?"
"Right. Now, come up here and lay back like I am so you can
see the same parts on yourself. Here, hold this mirror so
you can see."
Priya switched places with Aleeya and spread her legs open
as far as they'd go. With her thumb and forefinger, she
spread open her little peach. As Aleeya looked at herself
with the mirror, Priya traced her finger over the hood of
Aleeya's clit and said, see this skin? This is your hood;
it protects your tingle button."
Priya pulled her hood back gently and said, "See that tiny,
round dot under the skin?"
"I think I see it," see responded.
Priya began to rub the side of her clitty with the pad of
her finger. Aleeya snapped her legs closed and exclaimed,
"Wow! Tingly electric shocks on the inside of my pee pee,
oops, I mean my coochie."
Priya said, "THAT is your tingle button."
Aleeya looked over at Mom and said, "Your tingle button is
pretty big, and I bet you get lots of tingles, Huh?"
Mom laughed and said, "Yeah, it tingles pretty good!"
Mom and Priya looked at each other and giggled, knowing she
was paying close attention.
Priya went on to say, "And this is where you go pee from,"
and touched her urethra.
Aleeya looking in the mirror said, "I see it now."
Priya moved down and said to her "See this really tiny
opening? Can you see it?"
Aleeya strained as she looked at herself in the mirror and
said, "Yes, it looks like a tiny, dark pink spot?"
Priya said, "Yes, that's it. And can you see this tiny
little piece of skin?" As she asked, Priya gently brushed
her finger over it.
Aleeya said, "Yes. It's just sort of hanging there."
Priya said, "That's it. That's the piece of skin that tore
when you hit the table the other day. It bled because it
tore away. That piece of skin covered your secret place.
Here is where your secret place is, do you understand?"
"I understand, and that's where Sean will put his thingy
and make a baby in me, right?"
"Right." Mom said, "I'm so proud of you! You're such a big
girl to understand all of this so quickly."
Mom went on to tell Aleeya, "Do you remember that I told
you it was very bad to let someone touch you in these
places? And only your husband can touch you there?"
"Yes, I remember."
Mom took a deep breath and began again, "On your wedding
night, Sean will do those secret things we talked about.
He'll touch you in all of these places, and maybe even kiss
or lick you there to make you feel special. Does that idea
frighten you?"
'No… well, maybe a just little, but I think I'll be shy.
Priya said it would feel wonderful and it wouldn't hurt. So
I think I can let him do that. Is that those secret things
that husbands and wives do together?"
Mom nodded and said, and you can do those things to him, if
you want. Does THAT frighten you any?"
"No, but I'll be shy because I don't know how to do those
things."
Priya took her hand and said, "Neither did I, but Sean will
be understanding and teach you. He won't make you feel bad
if you make a mistake. Does that make you feel better?"
"Whew! A whole lot better! I know Sean, he'll make me feel
really special won't he sister?"
Smiling she nodded and replied, "Yes, my sister, he will.
He'll make you feel very special indeed!
Now, let me warn you child, and obey me. Like I told you
before, it's a sin to touch yourself in any way to give
yourself those special feelings: only your husband can do
that. God doesn't like that! A good wife goes to her
husband for those feelings. And do not talk about what you
do in the bedroom with anyone except Mom or I; do you
understand?"
Mom looked at Priya puzzled for a moment as she replayed
the remark in her head. She assumed from the remark that
Aleeya had been, in some way, already introduced to these
feelings, but decided she'd rather not know and kept
silent. Priya, seeing my Mom's look out of the corner of
her eye, pretended not to see it and continued looking at
Aleeya.
""Yes sister, I understand."
"You better, because if you disobey me, I will punish you
and not let you share secret time with Sean until you've
learned your lesson. I really mean this Aleeya: it's
important.
There is something else you need to understand. Would you
like it if the police or some one else took you away from
Sean and I forever?"
"NO!"
"Then you mustn't ever tell ANYONE outside the family that
you're married; do you understand? A lot of people could go
to jail!"
"Why?"
"Because you're only four and really too young to be
married. When you are older, Sean will tell you when it's
right to tell others, but THIS-MUST-BE-A-SECRET-IN–THE –
FAMILY!!! DO-YOU-UNDERSTAND? To the outside world, Sean is
your Daddy, OK?"
"I promise, I will never disobey you, sister. I will be
obedient to you all my life. Me Ma said that is the duty of
the second wife, only to be behind my husband, pleasing
him. I promise with all my heart to obey you always!"
"You'll be a good wife, Aleeya and I know you will do
what's right to protect our family. Now, get ready for bed,
and then go down and kiss Sean and Poppy goodnight, OK?"
"OK, and thank you Momma and sister for teaching me about
secret things."
Mom kissed her and said, "You're welcome, baby. I know
you'll be just fine."
Priya said, "I feel happy to be your sister and teacher.
You make me feel very proud and important. Now, get ready
for bed!" She then gave her a playful swat on her bare
little butt.
As Aleeya was in the bathroom obediently doing her bedtime
ritual, Mom and Priya got dressed and went downstairs to
the report to the men.
When the women entered the den, dad looked at Mom like he
was a nervous wreck. Priya looked at Dad and I and said,
"She's getting ready for bed, she'll be down if a few
minutes to say goodnight."
Mom sat down on the sofa, started to giggle a little and
was shaking her head. Dad looked at her quizzically and
asked, "What? What's so funny?"
Mom couldn't stop giggling for a moment and blushed a
bright pink as she said to Dad, "Well, she's certainly had
her female rites of passage," and kept giggling.
I looked at Priya and she shrugged her shoulders as if to
say she didn't have a clue why Mom was acting this way.
Dad, impatient an wanting more information, said to Mom,
"Joan, for Christ sakes, what's so damn funny? This is a
serious issue here!"
Mom stopped giggling for a moment as she used her hand to
symbolically wipe away her grin and said to Dad, "It's just
that I didn't think Priya would handle things the way she
did.
Priya used the age old girl puberty thing to explain and
show Aleeya what was what. Priya had us all undress and sit
on the bed in a circle to compare body parts. I just
remembered that this was the first time I'd done anything
like that since I was thirteen.
A bunch of my girlfriends and I had a sleepover one night,
and, being curious about each of our stages of development,
undressed and compared ourselves with each other.
Just like back then, I was upstairs with my legs splayed
open holding my labia open like a Penthouse whore for
comparison and inspection by a four year-old! I just
thought it was funny when I remembered my puberty days,
that's all."
We all laughed, especially as Dad and I tried to picture
this vision of show-and-tell.
Mom, almost having stopped her giggling, said to Dad, "You
don't have to worry about THAT little girl! All of her
feminine charms might be tiny, but they sure as hell work
just fine!"
Even I was curious about that remark, but Dad beat me to
the punch and asked, "What the hell does THAT mean?"
Mom said, "Oh John, lighten up will you! When Priya was
explaining her body parts, she touched Aleeya on the body
part she was explaining so she'd know exactly what Priya
meant. When Aleeya touched Priya's breast, her nipple
became erect and Aleeya wanted to know why, so Priya
stroked Aleeya's tiny areola and her BB sized nipple
erected also, and she made the comment that she felt it
tingle all the way down to her Pee Pee!"
Dad smiled and shook his head.
Mom continued, "The best part though, was when Priya was
explaining about her tingle button: you know, her little
clitty. Anyway, Aleeya was having a hard time seeing it
because it's so small, so Priya began to rub the side of it
with her finger. Well, she found out it works just fine
because she snapped her legs closed and said, "Wow!
Electric shocks in my coochie!"
Dad just smiled shaking his head said, "Well, I'll be
damned, I never would have believed it!"
Mom said to Priya, "I am so proud of the loving way you
taught and explained things to her. No mother could have
done any better!"
She blushed, looked at me, and said, "I've had a good
teacher."
Aleeya came skipping into the den wearing a Sponge Bob
nightshirt. She jumped on her Poppy's lap and said quietly,
"I know what a coochie is now."
Priya gave her a stern look and said, "Aleeya, what did I
tell you? Do you want to be punished?"
Looking down, she replied, "No sister."
She then smiled at my Dad and said, "I can't tell you; it's
a secret."
Dad smiled and kissed her on the cheek and said, "I think
it's a secret you should keep, OK?"
"OK, Poppy."
She then ran to Mom and hugged her tightly and said almost
in a whisper, "I hope I'm as beautiful as you when I get to
be as big as you."
My mother started to cry and said to her, "You don't know
how beautiful you just made me feel!"
She then jumped into Priya's lap and said to her, "Thank
you sister, I promise I'll be a good girl from now on and
obey you. I love you a whole bunches!"
Priya hugged her back and said, "And I love you more,
little sister!"
Priya stood with her future sister-wife in her arms,
cradling her with a hand under her tiny butt, and brought
her to me. Aleeya leaned over and wrapped her arms around
my neck and gave me a big, closed mouth, smushy kiss and
whispered in my ear, "You can have ALL my secret places!"
and giggled in Priya's arms as she carried the child off to
bed.
Continued in Chapter 27…
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