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Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 39: Graduations and Revealing Facts (Mgg, rom,
no
sex)
The first week of June was a hectic one. All the older
girls were getting ready for their graduation from high
school and Priya, Salima, Sarah and Me Ma were planning a
small wedding for Mahmoud and Haseeba. I was trying to get
my business affairs in order to leave India for the summer.
Haseeba's conversion to Islam was a simple one. Haseeba,
along with the Haaseem family, Priya, Aleeya and I went
before the Imaam and while she held the Koran, she simply
repeated the words, "I bear witness that there is no God
but Allah (one true God), and Mohammad is the prophet of
God."
We had a small family party at a local restaurant for
her
afterwards that also served as her pre-wedding dinner.
Mahmoud, having only worked for the company for a few
months and was strapped for money, so Priya and I opted to
pay for Haseeba's wedding, and Mahmoud would buy Haseeba's
wedding attire.
As a wedding present, Priya and I secretly purchased
them a
small, two bedroom home (which in India, is a real luxury).
We figured that without the expense of a home, they could
put Haseeba through college. Even though her tuition was
paid for by the trust I'd set up, there were all the other
expenses that goes along with attending college.
As a dower, Mahmoud could only provide her with his
love,
so before we sat down to eat dinner, I gave the deed to
Mahmoud, and told him, "In front of the Family, offer her
the house as part of her dower."
He teared up, and started to refuse, but I smiled and
said
to him, "Do it, or you're fired!"
He bowed and thanked me saying, "I can never repay
this
debt."
I smiled and said to him, "Oh but you have, and
well beyond
what I could ever give. You've given me your lovely
daughter as my wife. Now go, and make your new bride
happy."
As soon as the food was set, I tapped my fork against my
water glass and stood as I said to everyone present, "May I
have your attention please, I believe Mahmoud has something
to say to his betrothed, Haseeba."
A hush came over the table, and Mahmoud stood shakily
and
turned to face his future bride as he said, "Haseeba, I am
a poor man, but you have accepted my love as your only
dower. Sean and Priya have given us a wedding gift, which I
would like for you to accept, as an addition to that which
I have offered… the deed to your new home; it is yours,
free and clear."
"Haseeba eeek'ed out her excitement, and began to
cry with
joy. She took the deed with shaky hands and replied, "I
cannot believe it, our own home! Of course I accept it as a
token of your love!"
Everyone clapped and cheered, sharing in their joy. The
dinner, although small, was warm and filled with the love
only a family can share, except for one thing.
Priya and I were both annoyed at Mahmoud at the end of
the
evening. Although it was a time for newlyweds, he did have
another daughter, and tonight, he really hadn't paid too
much attention to Aleeya.
She pretty much clung to me all night, and by the end of
the evening, she was noticeably angry. When it came time to
leave, Mahmoud only made a token effort to say goodnight to
her and continued to direct most of his attentions towards
Haseeba.
As we were leaving, Priya pulled him aside and (I guess)
gave him a little piece of her mind, because he looked over
at Aleeya and I with a guilty look on his face.
Haseeba's big day would be the Saturday after the girls
graduated next week. Priya, Aleeya and I were scheduled to
leave for the US the following Thursday, after Haseeba's
homecoming party.
The next week was to be jammed packed with events. The
girls graduated on a Wednesday, Haseeba's henna party was
Thursday. Well, you get the picture.
I'd bought Sarah, as a graduation present, a boatload of
medical software for her laptop, and for Haseeba, a new
laptop with all the software she'd need for college.
Priya's present (a new thoroughbred horse), I'd give her in
the US.
I had decided to leave the day-to-day operations to a
young
Indian woman, Prishi Rashid. She was a graduate of India
Institute of Technology with a master's degree from
Harvard. She was really sharp, and had a good, clear idea
of how I ran things. I didn't want any surprises while I
was gone.
Priya planned Haseeba's wedding with her mother, Sarah
and
Me Ma though the facilities we used with the company.
Haseeba felt that the Haaseems were her new family, and
wasn't even fazed by the fact that none of her genetic
family would be present.
When I'd asked Priya about Haseeba being on birth
control,
and Priya said to me, "Oh yeah, Mom took care of that. As
soon as Mahmoud asked for her hand, she had her put on
birth control right away."
"Good," I replied, "Going to college, she
can't afford to
be having any accidents."
Although Haseeba had turned eighteen last month, she was
unmarried, so I was to act as her guardian at the ceremony.
Adib and Salima's brother-in-law would act as witnesses.
Sarah would play the part of Haseeba's sister.
The graduation ceremony was a very big deal for the
entire
family. Priya and Sarah were to be the only one's from the
Haaseem family to go to college, and now with Haseeba also
going, the family was even more proud that, with the entry
of three of its family members entering college, their
family status was steadily rising.
I reflected back over these twelve months and what Priya
had accomplished. At twelve, she had managed to get
married, run a home, expand her duties to help an enemy
become a loved sister and help Haseeba succeed in putting
her life back together.
She had the courage to face the challenge of her ordeal
at
the American embassy, and she'd also taken on the task of
acting as mother and sister-wife to Aleeya. She had
accomplished all of this, and STILL kept her vow to
complete two years of study in one, and graduate high
school to begin college in the fall.
Words could not explain the love I felt in my heart for
my
soul mate. She has taught me so much about myself, about
love and helping others, but most of all, about how
privileged I was to be her husband.
What a remarkable young woman she was!
Priya, to me, was an enigma in some ways. I feel in my
heart that she had some kind of sixth sense about my demon
(or at least having one) all along before she zeroed in on
what it actually was.
That night as I lay in bed holding her in my arms as she
slept, I thought about her acceptance of me, and the way
she explained my torment.
Was she right? I wasn't so sure. I may have this 'unique
quality to love a child,' as she put it, but why do I have
a proclivity towards wanting to be intimate with a
pubescent, or even a prepubescent girl?
Deep in my heart, I had this gnawing feeling that
irregardless of any rationalizations, justifications, or
'reasons' I'd made (or even Priya had convinced me of),
this still isn't normal.
My dad wouldn't dare even think of a girl Aleeya or
Priya's
age in that context. Why do I? Where did this predilection
come from? Where did I pick up this evil seed, and who had
sown it? It seemed that the more questions that got
answered, the more arose which remained unanswered.
For now, The only way I could think of to hold on to the
sanity I'd regained and the peace from the torment since
Priya's acceptance, was to vow to try my best to love my
wives with a husband's love, regardless of their ages. I've
taken a road in life that has placed the wellbeing of the
two individual souls in my care, and now, I must fulfill my
vows to both with all my love. Tired of this seemingly
eternal struggle, I laid it aside to torment over another
day and fell fretfully to sleep.
During the graduation ceremonies, when Sarah and
Haseeba's
names were called, they accepted their diplomas with
smiles, but when Priya accepted hers, I got to see
something that I hadn't seen in quite a while; a nice,
beautiful 'chocolate blush!'
After the graduation ceremony, we all went out to the
most
expensive restaurant in New Delhi- on me! Aleeya was glued
to her sister wife's side. She felt so proud of her older
'sister' and expressed her pride and love openly the whole
evening.
The next evening was Haseeba's henna party. I guess with
the week's events centered around Priya and the other two
girls, Aleeya was feeling a little left out and wanted some
attention.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, Aleeya asked
Priya, "Tonight's my night with Sean, can he and I stay
home so that he can spend the night with me? I don't really
feel like going to the henna party tonight. I just need to
be with Sean."
Priya and I looked surprised and Priya asked her,
"What's
wrong, you know Haseeba's feelings will be hurt if you
don't go."
She replied, "All the grown ups are going to be
talking
about secret things, and I'll just have to go to bed with
the other young girls. I just don't want to do that."
Priya said to her, "You know it's about more than
that.
Well, if you don't want to go, YOU'RE going to have to call
her and tell her, I'm not."
"OK, I'll call her after breakfast."
I looked at Priya and shrugged my shoulders as if to
say,
"I don't know what's wrong."
After breakfast, Aleeya did call Haseeba and after they
had
talked for about fifteen minutes, and Aleeya returned and
said, "Haseeba said she understood and if it was all right
with you, I could stay home with Sean tonight. Is it OK?"
Priya smirked and replied, "If that's what you
want, it's
fine with me, but I have to tell you, I'm disappointed in
you."
Aleeya somehow didn't seem herself. She looked at Priya,
and it looked like she was tearing up and said, "Please
don't be mad at me, I just want to be alone with Sean. I
don't want to hurt anyone, can't you see that?"
Puzzled, I asked Aleeya, "You just don't seem to be
acting
like yourself today, what's really bothering you?"
She looked at me and then at Priya, and got an agitated
look on her face and said, "I don't feel you love me as
much as you love Priya. You treat me like a tiny baby. You
think I don't know what the two of you do? You think I'm
stupid and don't have ears and hear how you love each other
when I'm lying in bed at night by myself? You think I can't
hear what you say to each other?
Priya, you tell Sean what to do when he's with me. It's
as
if he needs your permission to do anything with me.
Everyone is all happy about getting married and doing
secret things, but if I'm married, why don't you treat me
the same as you treat Priya? You don't ask ME what to do
with HER, do you?"
Aleeya was now crying as her anger rose, and I was
confused. I thought that we DID do the things married
people do; I just didn't know exactly what she meant.
I asked her, "Where is THIS coming from? I thought
we had a
nice intimate life. Don't I do the things you ask me to do?
Haven't I treated you like my wife? We've done just about
everything a married couple can do, what am I NOT doing?"
She shot me a hot look and said, "You make love to
me only
the way SHE tells you to!"
Aleeya went into a wagging head, sarcastic mocking
charade
of Priya: "Make sure you don't do this. You can only do
this. You can only do that. She's too small, don't you dare
do this. It makes me sick!
Why can't you let ME decide what I want to do, Priya?
You
use your power as first wife to control me, even in secret
things!"
Aleeya stormed out of the study room and went to the
living
room. I looked at Priya and said to her, "There's got to be
more to this than what she's saying. I've done everything
she's wanted to do on our nights together. I just don't
know what she's talking about."
Priya shook her head, not knowing what to make of things
and said, "Well, just spend the evening with her and see if
you can find out what's really bothering her. I don't know
what she's talking about, I haven't given you any
instructions regarding her in months."
Trying to calm Aleeya down so we could get through the
day
without tension, I went to speak to her.
She was lying on the floor watching cartoons when I
entered
the living room. I asked her to turn off the TV and come
sit with me on the couch, so we could talk. I said to her,
"I don't know what's really bothering you, but we can spend
the entire day and evening together and do whatever you
want to do, is that what you want?"
"Yes. I just want to be loved."
"But you ARE loved, and loved completely. Let me
explain
some things to you. Being married, you need to tell me
everything. We need to be able to talk to each other about
anything and everything that bothers us. If you don't talk
to me, how can I make you happy?"
I continued with, "The other point you raised, and
it's the
one you seem to be the angriest about, is Priya. Let me
explain Priya's position to you. Priya loves you more than
anything in the world. She would never hurt you, or want
you hurt.
Let's look at the facts. You are five years old. And
you're
a very small girl. Girls your age are usually not having
intimate relations with an adult man. If certain things we
do, such as me putting myself in your secret place, or your
behind aren't done carefully, you could be hurt physically
because of your size."
Trying to make my point, I said, "Even now, after
your body
has gotten used to having me inside you, you can still only
take about half of me inside you. Priya's a girl, you're a
girl, and she only made suggestions on how to please you
like a wife without hurting you. It has nothing to do with
telling me what we can or cannot do.
Maybe I'm doing something wrong, but I thought our
private
life was a very good one. We do all the things you want to
do, I've never asked you to do anything you didn't want to
do, have I?"
"No."
"Then, what's really bothering you? If you don't
tell me, I
can't make it better."
"I'll tell you later. When were alone. I don't
really want
to talk about it now."
"OK, fine. But just because something is bothering
you,
don't make everyone else's life miserable because of it, do
you understand?"
"OK, I'll try and be nice today."
"OK. Now, let's help Priya get the last minute
details
ready for Haseeba's party, all right?"
"You go ahead, Can I just watch TV instead?"
"OK, if that's what you want. I'll check on you
later, OK?"
"OK, I'll be all right here."
I left her in the living room to watch TV and went to
find
Priya. I found Priya in the kitchen, packing up some of the
food.
I told her, "I don't think it's about you. It may
have
something to do with Haseeba, she doesn't want any part of
this party; she just wants to watch TV. I asked her to tell
me what was really bothering her, but she only said, 'I'll
tell you later when we're alone.'"
Priya shrugged and replied, "Fine. I don't have
time to
play games with her today just because she's in a bad
mood."
Great! Now I've got TWO females with an attitude. That's
all I need, so I said to her, "What? Now you've got an
attitude?"
"I'm sorry," She said, "It's just that I
don't have all day
to spend coddling her to find out what's really bothering
her. To tell you the truth, I'm a little upset and I'm hurt
that she accused me of controlling her personal time with
you."
"Look," I said to her, "Don't take it so
personally. I'm
fairly certain the problem isn't with you. I think she just
used you to mask her true feelings because it was
convenient."
Looking at me a little angrily, she replied, "Well,
I've
got feelings too, and I don't like being a convenient
excuse for her to say hurtful things, especially about that
issue."
Trying to make peace, I said, "Look, I'll spend the
day
with her, and you go to the party. I'll get to the bottom
of this, and we'll settle it. Just don't YOU go being a
little snot because she's having issues when it isn't
convenient for you. That doesn't do any of us any good."
Priya turned, hugged and kissed me and said,
"You're right.
I should try and handle this better. I have to go to the
embassy and pick up my passport, and then I'll go to the
party and leave this matter up to you. Now, I've got to get
ready and leave so everything will be ready for this
evening, all right?"
"Fine," I replied, "Do what you have to
do, and I'll try
and mend fences here… hopefully."
"Good luck," she said, "I really have to
get going."
We hugged and kissed goodbye, then she got ready and
left.
I'd given Pita the day off because I 'thought' all three
of
us would be out this evening. I found Aleeya in the living
room still on the floor watching TV.
Entering, I sat on the floor next to her and said,
"Aleeya?"
She looked at me for a moment and went back to watching
TV.
That got me irritated. No one likes not being
acknowledged,
so I said to her, "Aleeya, I'm speaking to you, the least
you could do is answer me."
She turned and looked at me again, then sat up facing me
and matter-of-factly replied, "What."
Raising my eyebrows, I said to her, "What's wrong
with you
today? Why are you acting like this? You've never been mean
or impolite before, talk to me, it's only you and I here
now, so tell me what's REALLY bothering you."
Aleeya looked down silently for a moment, then looked at
me
and replied, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be impolite or
mean, I just don't want to talk about it right now, OK?"
"Well, how long are you going to act like this
without
telling me what's bothering you. I've done as you asked,
and set aside the whole day and night for just the two of
us. When Are you going to talk to me, or am I just going to
sit here all day while you stew inside?"
"What's stew mean?"
"It's like a pot of soup boiling on the stove for a
long
time."
"Oh," She replied, "Well, can I stew a
little longer?"
"Fine," I said, "But don't make it too
much longer. If you
don't tell me what's bothering you in an hour, we will both
be sleeping in separate beds tonight, got it?"
"I understand," she said, "I just need
some time to calm
myself down before we talk, that's all."
"OK then," I replied, "I'll be in the
study, alright?"
"I'll be in soon," She replied, and gave me a
tiny smile.
I winked at her and went to the study where I thought
about
reading a book and wait for her to come to me. Instead, I
began to think about the very issues Mom and Dad raised
about polygamy. Jealousy issues. Is Aleeya jealous about
the time I spend with Priya? Is Priya jealous of Aleeya?
Priya had, to some extent, controlled what we did, but I
only took it as her having a female perspective on things
and was looking out for Aleeya's interests: not trying to
control things.
Was Priya trying to control our intimate life… even just
a
little? Knowing Priya, she'd never mislead me, either
overtly or subtly, and I couldn't believe that she would do
that.
They say that perspective is reality. How we perceive
things make it very real to us; whether or not our fear (or
whatever) is real or not. Was my perception of Aleeya and
my intimate life together correct? What if she senses I
hold back a lot of my passion out of fear because of her
age and size?
Making love to Aleeya is a lot of work, and yet I burn
with
a passion for her: different than with Priya, but a
definite real passion nonetheless. The beast inside began
to rear its ugly head again as I pondered what it would be
like to let myself go with her. I got suddenly hard
thinking about fucking her as she matched me stroke for
stroke, just like Priya. To see her eyes smolder with lust
to be "nasty." What WOULD I do if Aleeya ever showed that
kind of passion? If history were a benchmark, I'd fuck her
as hard as I could, just like I do Priya.
I grabbed my cock through my pants and squeezed as hard
as
I could as the guilt and shame of those thoughts visually
ran through my brain. My God! She's only a child, a baby
almost!
What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I that "Child
fucker" my
demon taunted me with? Why does doing these things drive my
passion so?
I began to wonder if I'd used Priya's perspective with
regard to my demon, which in some ways idealized what she
felt were my "true motives" as an excuse to feel and act
the way I do, excusing myself from any guilt or
responsibility.
I remember as a child my "Baptist days" going
to revival. I
recalled one fire-breathing evangelist telling people that
once Satan had us snookered into believing we weren't doing
anything wrong, he'd leave us to our own devices.
Was that my case? Was I using India's corrupt doctrine
of
looking the other way at child marriages and Islamic law to
satiate my pedophilic desires and rationalizing to myself
that I was REALLY doing the right thing?
Something deep inside me told me that marrying a five
year-
old wasn't really the best way to protect Aleeya's
interests. I had adopted her. Why couldn't I have just been
a loving father and provided a fatherly, nurturing love to
her: wouldn't THAT really have been protecting her
interests? Just because a kid sees its parent smoking, does
that mean you give 'em a cigarette?
The more I thought about myself, the more I questioned
my
proclivities. Why is watching a young girl pee and tasting
her so very erotic to me? What is it inside me that makes
me snap, becoming overwhelmed and obsessed with these kinds
of abnormal thoughts, being attracted to young girls,
having them in every way possible, watersports….
It's like a never-ending stalemated war. Two steps
forward
then two steps back.
My erection subsided as I quelled my thoughts and the
beast
for the time being, I decided to let Aleeya set the tone
for everything. If this is about sex, then I'll give what
she wants consideration. If it's not, then I'll find that
out also soon enough. I picked up that book again and idled
my time reading, waiting for her to arrive.
About ten minutes later, I caught Aleeya standing in the
doorway out of the corner of my eye. I didn't look up or
let her know I knew she was there. She stood silently for
about a minute (a long minute), she then stepped into the
study and said, "Sean?"
Looking up, I replied, "Yes? Are you ready to talk
to me?"
I rose and came around the desk and squatted down to her
level, and she immediately came running into my arms. She
wrapped herself around me and put her face in the nape of
my neck and began sobbing.
I let her cry, rubbing her back and saying to her,
"There,
there now, it's alright, just let it out."
She cried for several minutes and when she calmed down
enough that I could talk to her, I carried her to the sofa.
I sat with her straddling me, her head in the nape of my
neck as I stroked the side of her face. I said to her, "I
love you Aleeya. You're my wife, and it really hurts me to
see you in pain like this."
I pulled her away from me enough to face her, and then I
gave her a closed mouth on the lips. She flung her arms
around me tight and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her tiny
tongue was going a mile a minute, as if searching for
something, needy and wanting.
After a couple of minutes of tongue dancing, I broke the
kiss and asked her, "Tell me sweetheart, why are you
hurting inside?"
Aleeya looked down silently for a moment, she then
looked
up sadly and asked, "Why doesn't Daddy love me? He'll marry
Haseeba, she'll give him a boy baby and he'll forget all
about me, I just know it."
I said softly to her, "I knew this wasn't really
about
Priya, and I suspected it had to do with your father or
Haseeba."
I pulled her to my chest and continued, "Your
father DOES
love you, but it's just that some people have a harder time
showing it. I don't know why your dad treated you the way
he did the other night, and Priya was really angry and told
him so. As for forgetting you, I think you know he won't
forget all about you, you're his daughter, and he does love
you."
"But he wants a boy really bad," she said,
"He would have
loved me more if I was a boy. He wouldn't have treated a
son the way he treated me.
Looking at me with questioning eyes, Aleeya continued,
"If
I was a boy, he wouldn't have ignored me and let Mommy do
those things. I remember seeing the way he looked at me
sometimes, and I know he knew all those bruises weren't
because I was clumsy."
"I can't answer that question for you," I
replied, "It's
true that he wants a boy, and I don't know why he thinks a
boy is more important than a girl. I believe that it has to
do with the way society thinks about these things. In a lot
of countries like India, people think boys are more
important that girls because their children will carry on
the family name, and that somehow it makes people feel like
they live on more in history. What they don't realize is
that when a girl has a baby, her baby carries the same
family legacy in her children that a boy's does."
I gave her a squeeze and continued, "How do you
feel about
Haseeba, don't you like her?"
Not looking up, she replied, "Yes, Haseeba is nice
to me
and treats me fine, but when I see her with Daddy, it makes
me sad because deep down, I wish it was my mother that was
nice to me and loved me and we were a happy family."
Aleeya's words cut me to the quick. I realized that I
had
indeed probably committed a sin by marrying her and that I
SHOULD have given her that fatherly love I was thinking
about. Isn't that what all kids want… a loving family?
For now, What's done is done, and I have to make this
right
somehow. But for the time being I'd have to play the cards
I held in my hand for the time being.
I pulled her away from my chest and kissed her, then and
said, "Everything in life happens for a reason. Sometimes,
Allah makes us go through pain so that He can give us joy.
Priya has felt the pain of being dark skinned all her
life,
but now knows that God made her go through that pain so
that she would be strong enough to love me and get married
at such a young age."
I tweaked her nose and began again continued.
"Allah made
you go through all those beatings and pain to make you
strong, and to show you what real love truly is. If things
hadn't happened the way they did, you'd still be with a
loving family, and you wouldn't be here with me and married
as a five year-old wife. Do you understand?"
"I think so," she replied, "But why do we
have to go
through pain to get the joy?"
I chuckled and said, "I don't know Sweetie, I think
it's so
that we can understand how important love truly is and
appreciate the special love Allah brings into our lives."
Pulling her to my chest again, I said, "When He
thinks
we're ready, he gives us someone that loves us in such a
special way, it lasts a lifetime. If you wouldn't hadn't
gone through all the pain, you wouldn't have known in your
heart what kind of love you needed, and that you and I have
that special love because you wouldn't have been looking
for it.
You also wouldn't have been ready in your heart to get
married at such a young age, and wanting to do the secret
things married people do. You'd be outside playing games
with your friends and being married wouldn't even be
something that you ever thought about, do you understand?"
"I understand now," She said, "But
speaking of secret
things, how come Priya tells you what to do with me? Why
can't she let me choose what I want to do?"
Giving her a serious look, I replied, "You are
wrong on
that point. When you and I got married, Priya told me to
let YOU choose when you wanted me to put my dick in your
secret place, just like I did with her. After you made the
choice to do it when we did, Priya helped you do what you
wanted, didn't she?"
Looking up, she replied, "But you put your dick in
my poopy
hole and didn't ask her, why'd you do that?"
Feeling real shame upon remembering that night and her
observant point, I looked at her and said, "Because I
couldn't control myself and instead let you make the
choice. I wanted to be with you that way so much I didn't
ask you first, I just did it and I was wrong to do that.
I'm sorry."
Aleeya must have accepted that, because she went on to
ask,
"How come we only do it one way, are there other ways to…
what's that word? Oh yeah, fuck. Are there?"
I chuckled, thinking to myself, "This girl is no
dummy
either." Aloud I said, "Yes, there are different ways to do
it. The real problem is your size and age. You're five
years old, and you're small for your age. Your body hasn't
had time to grow, and I'm afraid of hurting you.
I've never asked you if you wanted to do it any other
way
because you have become comfortable the way we do it, and
you enjoy it. That's more important than the way you do it,
it's that you enjoy it."
Smiling at her, I continued with, "If you want to
try some
different things, we can. Then you can decide for yourself,
which ways you like or don't like. I want you to know that
Priya has never told me that we could only do it one way."
"Oh," she replied, "What do you do with
Priya that you
don't do with me?"
Thinking to myself, I was wondering if I should tell her
about Priya's fetish, but then decided that it would be
best to be honest with her. If I lied, it would come back
to haunt me later, so I replied, "We play pee pee games."
"Ohhhhh…." She replied with a wide-eyed look
of surprise,
"What kind of pee pee games do you mean?"
"The truth?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to know," she replied with a
direct look.
"Where to begin," I thought to myself as I was
thinking of
my response. I started with, "Well, all people are
different, and what they like to do that makes them get
tingles is different too.
I paused, reluctant to continue, but went on with,
"We go
pee pee on each other and we drink each other's pee."
There. I said it. It was now out in the open. I waited
for
her response.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, "Do you really
drink her pee, and
she drinks yours?"
She looked at me with shocked questioning, and I simply
nodded yes.
Aleeya shook her head no in disbelief and said,
"What other
pee pee games do you play?"
I exhaled deeply looking up and wondering how to explain
it
all, and replied, "Do you remember when I watched you pee,
and played with your tingle button while you were peeing?"
Aleeya nodded yes.
We do that, and sometimes I pee on her tingle button
while
she's on the toilet, or we do it in the shower or tub."
"Is that where you two drink each other's pee
too?"
I nodded yes.
She looked down, thinking for a moment, and raising her
head, she replied, "Well, I don't want to drink your pee,
it tastes yucky. Do you want to drink MY pee?"
Being painfully honest, I silently nodded yes.
"Oh my gosh!" she said, "Really?"
"I'm being honest with you Aleeya, it's hard for
me, but
yes, really."
"I guess I might pee on you if you wanted, and
maybe… I'm
not sure, maybe you could pee on me, I'd have to think
about that, but I ain't drinking no pee!"
Being serious with her, I replied, "You don't have
to do
anything you don't want to do, I've never asked you to do
something you don't like to do and I never will."
"Is that all you two do that we don't do, or is
there
anything else?"
"God she's thorough!" I thought, should I tell
her? I was
struggling for a way to get out of being totally honest
with her.
Aleeya sensed there was something more and said,
"There is,
isn't there?"
Again ashamed, I nodded yes, but didn't speak.
She asked, "What is it, tell me. You said that
we're not
supposed to keep secrets from each other. Tell me."
I sighed in resignation and said, "Sometimes I go
pee
inside Priya's behind."
Clasping her hand to her mouth, she exclaimed, "Oh
my God!
You don't! Really?"
I simply nodded.
We sat in silence for several moments and I said to her,
"Like I said before, all people are different and like
different things. I've never asked you to play these games,
because you are young, and I didn't think you'd like it."
Lifting her chin to look at me, I said to her, "You
and
Priya are different people. What you and I do is different
than what Priya and I do. What you like and what she likes
are different also. All I ask is for you to respect Priya's
secrets and accept her. She accepts that you are different
and may like different things also, do you understand?"
Aleeya nodded yes, and said, "Can I talk to her
about it?"
I replied, "Yes, but let me tell her you know
first. Does
knowing this change how you feel about me or Priya?"
She nodded her head no as she said, "No, it's just
seems
surprising and weird to me that people would like to do
this, that's all. I kinda understand in a way because I
like to hold your dick when you pee, and the one time I
peed while you played with me felt really weird, but I just
thought it was just naughty and didn't think at the time it
was a bad thing."
Wanting this to end and reach a resolution and
conclusion,
I asked her, "OK, is there anything else on your mind
that's bothering you? Do you have any more questions?"
Aleeya smirked and nodded no and replied, "No, I
guess we
talked about everything that was on my mind."
Relieved, I said, "Good. Having talked about
things, is
there anything about our private life you'd like to change
or try?"
Looking down, she remained silent for a moment. She
raised
her head and said, "Well, I'm not sure yet. I think I may
want to try some different ways to do it, if you'll teach
me. Maybe… just maybe, we can play a few pee pee things,
but I want to think about it first… but I WON'T drink your
pee. That's out for sure!"
Nodding my assent, I was satisfied that Aleeya had, for
five years old, made what seemed to me to be a mature and
somewhat open-minded resolution to her curiosities. I then
pulled her to me and kissed her.
She stuck her tongue into my mouth and we tongue danced
for
a minute or two before she withdrew from the kiss. She
giggled, smiled at me and said, "If I decide to let you
drink my pee, you'd better gargle before I kiss you, I
don't want to taste my own pee, EVER!"
I just laughed and said, "Done! Now, what do want
to do
today?"
"Can we go to the movies and then you can take me
to
dinner?"
"Sure! Let's get cleaned up, you go wash your face
and then
we'll leave OK?"
Aleeya didn't even answer she was off my lap like a shot
and ran upstairs to get ready. I grabbed the paper and
looked at the movie listings while I waited. She came back
down about fifteen minutes later in a denim skirt and
yellow blouse with sandals on and said, "Ready, what do you
want to see?"
I said to her, "How about watching this new Disney
movie,
OK?"
"OK," she responded, "Just treat me like
you're taking your
wife out for the day, I don't really care what we see. I
just want to be with you. I love you Sean with all my
heart."
She jumped into my arms, gave me a peck on the lips and
continued, "Even though I went through a lot of hurt and
pain, I'm glad Allah gave me you. You'll never hurt me or
leave me will you?"
"Nope," I replied as I kissed her nose,
"You're my wife.
That means you're stuck with me all your life. Period!"
We left and went to the movies. Afterwards, we went to a
quiet restaurant and had a simple meal and talked about
some of the things we'd discussed earlier. We arrived home
about seven.
Once in the house, we washed and said evening prayers
together. Once we'd finished and were almost undressed, and
left wearing our only underwear, I was about to ask her
what was on her agenda when she looked at me with a
sheepish grin and said, "I have to pee, I'll be back in a
minute."
Continued in Chapter 40…
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