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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman.

Chapter 47:Horseys and Hard-Ons (Mggg, rom, cons, mast)

The remainder of the night was again fretful, filled with
hourly bouts of helping reassure Emma during her
nightmares. I felt so sad for her and wondered what would
happen to her. Would we really take her back to India? If
we did, how would that affect our own lives?

I awoke for good at six am again and lay there until seven.
I figured I'd let Emma sleep and tried to untangle myself
from her grasp. She was clutching my hand to her breast so
tightly, that her nightshirt was soaked with sweat from my
hand cupping her breast.

When I tried to pull my hand away, she stirred and woke.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

Feeling bad that I'd awakened her I said, "I thought I'd
let you sleep in. I was going to get up, but I'll stay here
with you if you want."

Hugging my hand tighter to her she replied, "Could you just
hold me for a while?"

With a soft smile, I replied, "Sure Sweetheart, if that
will make you happy."

Snuggling into an even closer spoon against me, she hugged
my hand tighter to her nipple and closing her eyes, smiled
and softly said, "Mmmmmm yes, I feel so safe here with
you."

I just quietly lay there, held her and waited for the girls
to arrive as Emma fell back asleep. About fifteen minutes
later Priya and Aleeya came into the bedroom.

Aleeya bounced on the bed, waking Emma up. Priya scolded
her saying, "Cut it out Aleeya, Emma doesn't feel well, you
know better than that. Don't be rude."

Aleeya, acting the stinker replied, "Saaaww-rrreee Emma, I
guess I'm being a snot again."

Both Priya and I had to laugh at that.

Emma began to cry and said, "I know, but I don't really
feel like being a stinker today. I'm really sad 'leeya, and
my heart hurts really bad."

Aleeya got serious, went to Emma and began to rub her back.
She leaned over and kissed Emma in the cheek and said,
"That's OK Emma, I lost my momma a few months ago and Sean
made all my pain go away. He made me the happiest girl in
the world!"

Emma rose up on one elbow and asked, "How did he do that?"

At that split second, both Priya and I thought Aleeya was
going to say, "He married me," but Priya cut in quickly
with, "He gave her lots of hugs and cuddles."

Emma asked, "Will you give me lots of hugs and cuddles
Sean?"

Having dodged the bullet on that one, I replied smiling,
"As many as you want, baby."

I softly said to her, "We have to get up, shower and say
morning prayers, would you like to get up or stay in bed
for a while?"

"No," she replied sadly, "I'll get up."

Emma sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked around for a
moment. She gave Aleeya and Priya a half-hearted smile then
turned to me and asked, "Can I take a shower with you?"

Giving her an understanding smile I replied, "No Sweetie, I
don't think that's a good idea. You should take your shower
with Aleeya or Priya."

"Why not? Aleeya takes showers with you, why can't I?"

Trying to be understanding, yet unyielding I said,
"Aleeya's a very young girl; you are a young woman. I just
don't think it would be right if we saw each other naked.
If this is something you seem to be really wanting, I think
you should talk to Auntie and Priya about it together
later, do you understand?"

Feeling rejected, Emma lowered her head and a whispered
dejected, "Yeah, I understand."

Priya, trying to add a note of cheeriness said, "Come on
girls, let's all take a shower together, it's getting
late."

The girls rose and left to take care of their morning
duties. I got up and did the same by myself. After saying
morning prayers, we all went downstairs about nine-thirty
to eat.

Walking down the stairs, I thought about how much Emma had
learned about Muslim worship in just a few days. Mom and
Dad were God fearing people, but weren't overly religious,
thinking it's better to demonstrate Christian values than
spent a lot of time in church.

They were tolerant and didn't impose their beliefs on
others. Mom or Dad didn't say a word about Emma
participating in our prayer group or the fact that we were
Muslim. I guess Mom felt that prayer, in any form, to God
would help Emma during her time of sorrow.

Arriving downstairs, Mom was nursing her morning coffee but
Dad had left for work. Upon seeing us, she sat back with
coffee in hand and a smile, greeting us with, "Well, good
morning sleepyheads, it's about time you got up."

"Yeah, right," I said wryly, I've been up since six. I was
waiting for the others to roll out of bed. Dad's gone I
see."

"Yeah, he left for the office at six; you know what the
capitol beltway is like at this time of the morning."

Chuckling I replied, "I sure do! If I had to fight that
traffic every morning, I would've had a heart attack by
now. I don't see how he does it."

As we were sitting down, Mom replied, "I guess it's all in
what you're used to."

Priya and Aleeya sat book-ending Mom and I took a seat next
to Priya. Emma waited until we were all seated and then
proceeded to sit sideways on my lap facing Mom, laying her
head on my shoulder. Everyone looked at me (I guess to see
what I'd say) and I just shrugged as if to say, "I don't
know" and continued talking.

I craned my neck down against Emma's forehead and asked
her, "What's the matter munchkin, don't feel too good?"

She sighed and simply replied, "No, I just feel like being
held. 'Leeya was right: I DO feel so safe and protected
when you hold me."

Aleeya smiled and said, "See? Told you so."

Mom asked Emma, "Can you eat a little something? It'll do
you good to keep your strength up."

She gave a silent shrug and replied quietly, "Can you feed
me, Sean?"

I looked at Priya and then at Mom. Mom gave a slight nod,
as if to say, "Go ahead and coddle her," so I replied,
"Sure Sweetie, you can have some of mine, OK?"

She nodded, so I said to her, "OK, but you have to sit up.
I can't feed you when I can't see your mouth: My aim isn't
that good and I might poke you in the nose or something."

With a tiny giggle, Emma sat up and put her arm around my
shoulder as I fed her a bite of egg. We talked as we ate,
me alternating bites between Emma and myself. We soon
finished eating and were discussing what we might do today.

I thought today would be a good time to give the girls
their new presents and said, "Why don't we go horseback
riding?"

Priya and Aleeya were very eager to finally get the chance
to ride, but Emma said, I don't feel like riding. That is,
unless I can ride with you Sean."

I looked at Mom and she gave me a "why not" look so I
replied, "Sure Sweetie, do you want the front seat or the
back?"

She gave a slight blush and replied, "Front. I want you to
hold me while we ride."

Neither Priya nor Aleeya knew that they were going to get a
horse of their very own and Aleeya, for the first time that
I'd seen, was noticeably jealous. I told the girls to go
back upstairs and put on some jeans. The leather saddles
would chafe their legs if they started to sweat and rub
against the leather.

Priya rose first, taking Emma's hand and the three girls
went upstairs to change. Mom and I drank our coffee in the
mean time and Mom said in a jocular tone, "Well, it seems
Emma has changed security blankets, wouldn't you say?"

"I don't know what's going through her head." I replied,
"Aleeya said the other day she's got a huge crush on me and
wants to see me naked. She asked again this morning if she
could shower with me because Aleeya has in the past."

Shaking her head she replied, almost sarcastically, "What
IS it with you and young girls, do you have "I love little
girls" tattooed on your forehead or something?"

I was noticeably upset by her remark and gave her a look
that said so as I replied, "That's not funny at all! I
haven't done a damn thing to imply or encourage anything
improper with her!"

Mom, backing off said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that like
it sounded. It's just that something about you stirs a
young girl's curiosity about intimate things, that's all."

Responding I said, "Priya thinks that its because she's
looking for love, stability and security on a deep level
because of what's happened. She notices the looks and
interaction between my girls and me with more perception. I
don't know if there's any truth to that, but she is
certainly starting to put two and two together rather
quickly. It won't be long before she figures things out."

"You may be right," she said as she sipped her coffee, "She
was very close to Jack and she took his death very hard.
She might be clinging to you as a result of that. She IS
starting puberty early and as you've noticed (a smile
behind her cup), she already starting to grow breasts.
Maybe Priya and I should have a talk with her."

Still a little pissed, I replied, "Yeah, well you'd better
do something because I don't appreciate being blamed for
her pubescent hormonal imbalance."

"Lighten up!" Mom said with a chuckle, "Don't get your
boxers all in a bunch because I made an off the cuff
remark. I didn't imply or mean that you were putting ideas
in her head so don't go getting postal on me!"

"I'm sorry," I said apologetically, "It's just that I
remember what Aunt Helen said and it struck a nerve."

Now Mom got pissed and replied tersely, "Don't let that
evil vindictive bitch get to you. She said what she said to
piss me off, and she did a good job of it too. I never
expected to lose it and slap her, but she sure as hell
deserved it! And I have to tell ya; it felt real good after
I hit her!"

Changing the subject, I asked her, "Why don't you come
along, you haven't ridden in quite a while?"

"No," she replied as she drained her cup, "But I'll go to
the barn with you so I can see the look on those two little
Indians when you give them their presents. She then
chuckled, as she quipped, "You can play cowboys and
Indians!"

THAT was so lame, I burst out laughing. Mom replied, "Oh
my, I made a funny!"

Shaking my head, I said chuckling, "I think you need
another cup of coffee."

"Well," she said jokingly, "I haven't had a chance to
polish up my one-liners in a while."

I'd just finished taking the last sip from my cup when the
girls emerged. Aleeya as impatiently jumping up and down
and singing over and over, "Oh goody, goody! I'm gonna ride
a horsey!"

Knowing we wouldn't get any peace until the little imp was
sitting on a horsey, Mom and I rose to go to the barn.
Standing, I said, "Horseys it is! Let's go!"

Once outside, Priya nestled herself under my right arm and
Emma scooted in under my left. Aleeya was skipping, holding
Mom's hand and nearly dragging her towards the barn,
singing as she went.

When we were about ten yards from the barn, I yelled out
for Jim. I introduce him to Priya and Aleeya and after the
introductions, I said, "Before we get started, I have
something to say. I'd like you girls to stand here a moment
while we get things ready."

Mom said, "I'll go with Jim and give him a hand. You stay
here with the girls."

I nodded as Mom and Jim turned to go inside. They were gone
a couple of minutes and Aleeya, becoming impatient said,
"What's taking them so long, are we gonna ride horseys or
not?"

Chuckling I replied, "Don't go getting your panties in a
bunch, they'll be here in a minute!"

I looked at Priya, who had a quizzical look on her face and
then at Emma, who was smiling. I quietly said to her, "Not
a word, understand?"

She smiled and nodded. Jim came out first with an
absolutely beautiful, shiny black Arabian. One could tell
this was an animal with a long lineage of pedigree. She
gaited out the barn door with her characteristic small head
held high and lifting her front hooves with dignity as she
walked towards us. She looked tall, maybe as tall as my
chestnut.

Priya and Aleeya gasped at the power, strength and
undeniable beauty of this proud mare. Jim smiled as he
walked up to me and handed me the reins.

Aleeya craned her head to look almost vertical and
exclaimed, "WOW! He's a big one!"

Laughing at her innocence, I said, "No Darling, she's a
girl horse; a mare."

Jim chuckled and said, "Yeah, she's fifteen hands!"

Priya asked, "What's that mean?"

I explained to her that before they had rulers, people used
to measure a horse by how many hands high a horse stood at
the withers, or front shoulders. Today, a hand is equal to
four inches, so her horse was sixty inches tall.

I turned to Priya and said, "I love you so much! Words
cannot explain how proud I am to be your husband. As a
reward for graduating high school in one year, Please
accept this horse as a living testament to my love for you.
Here, she's yours."

Priya clasped her hands to her mouth and with bug-eyed awe
gasped and exclaimed, "Oh my God, she's beautiful!"

Smiling, I went on, "She's a pure bred Arabian with an
Arabic name too long to pronounce. What would you like to
name her, or do you want to think about it for a while?"

With tears in her eyes and gently pulling on the reins, she
gingerly walked up to her mare and rubbed her nose. The
horse took to her immediately and nuzzled her muzzle to her
neck.

Priya turned to all of us with a beaming smile and said,
"Kali, I'll name her Kali."

Jim asked her, "What does that mean?"

Priya turned and smiling replied softly as she hugged her
horse's head, ""Black One.' It means 'Black One.'"

Priya stood petting her new friend when Mom came out with
the quarter horse. My first impression was that this
gelding, although no longer a stud, was still confident and
proud, He walked out with a quiet reassuring gait and
snuffled as he shook his head up and down a few times to
let everyone know he was the alpha male.

He was a tad shorter and had a beautiful black and white
pattern with the fetlocks (part of the leg, just above the
hoof), one side of his croup (rump) and the muzzle (tip of
his nose) being black.

Mom smiled and said as she handed me the reins, "Here ya
go."

I turned to Aleeya and whispered secretly in her ear, "This
horsey is yours darling as a wedding present, to show you
my love as your husband."

She leapt into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and
kissing my face exclaimed, "Oh thank you hus--- Sean! I'm
sooooo happy! My very own horsey!"

Not knowing if Emma picked up on that or not, Priya, Mom
and I looked at each other momentarily and then I said to
Aleeya, "Well, do you have a name for him, he's a boy
horse?"

'Oh yes!" She exclaimed, "He's the most bestest horsey I've
ever seen! I'm gonna name him Sultan: that means "King."

Laughing, Jim told her, "That's right little lady, if I
hadn't picked him out for you, I'd have bought him for MY
daughter!"

Curious, I asked Jim, "How tall is he, he's a tad smaller
that Kali, isn't he?"

Jim replied, "Yeah, he's twelve and a half hands: small,
but compact- and fast. I watched him run on the track. He's
gentle, but when you put the whip to him, he'll get up and
go!"

"Isn't he too much horse for her?" I asked with some
concern.

"Naw," Jim said with confidence, "He may be a lotta horse,
but he's gentle as a lamb. She'll grow into him nicely!"

Reassured, I replied, "OK, if you say so."

While the girls were petting their new friends, I went
inside to retrieve Dipper, my horse. I hooked the bridle,
threw a blanket over his back and lifted a saddle onto my
hip and walked Dipper outside with the others.

Mom and Jim had saddled the girl's horses; that's what took
so long, so I showed the girls how to saddle a horse. I
preferred a western saddle to an English riding one, and I
felt that the western style would be easier for the girls
to learn on.

Mom held the reins to keep Kali's head still and then Jim
hooked his hands together in front of Priya and said, "OK
little Misses, up you go!"

Priya looked at Jim tentatively and Jim smiled and said,
"Go ahead, she won't bite you."

Priya lifted her foot to the cradle of Jim's hand. When
she'd planted her foot, He told her, "Stand up in my hand
then I'm gonna lift up a little.

A little frightened, Priya managed a smile and nodded. She
jumped up, locked her left knee and stood in Jim's hand. He
said, "OK. Now, I'm gonna lift you up some. When I do, just
throw your right leg over her rump and sit down."

Priya nodded and let out an "Eeek" as Jim lifted. Holding
onto the saddle horn, she swung her leg up and over and
plopped into the saddle.

Complimenting her, we clapped as Jim said with a shrug,
"See, nothin' to it!"

Priya sat on her noble Arabian, towering over us with a
shit-eating grin on her face as she said, "I'm sitting on
my own horse and it's wild!"

I looked down at Aleeya and said, "Ready? It's your turn."

Aleeya, with no fear and all excited replied, "Oh goody!
Yes, put me up there!"

I grabbed her around her waist and swung her up into the
saddle in one fell swoop. She plopped down and grabbed the
horn with an "Eeek" and a giggle.

"Now I'm taller than you are," Aleeya sung out with glee.

Jim has taught so many people to ride a horse it isn't
funny. He taught me when I was seven. We handed the reins
to the girls and Jim, holding each horse by the reins about
a foot below the bit, walked them into the round corral.

Once inside, he gave them simple instructions on how to
guide the horse where they wanted it to go, how to stop,
turn around sharply and to back the horse up. He climbed on
behind each girl, one at a time and held their hand in his
as he guided them through the actions. After a few minutes
he jumped off and let them practice by themselves.

He had Priya lead, then bring her horse alongside, and then
behind Aleeya, as they walked their horses around the
corral. Then he had Aleeya do the same. After running
through several commands, he was satisfied that they had
the basics down pat.

Satisfied that we could now go out for a ride, I boosted
Emma up on Dipper and then climbed up behind her. As I
swung my leg around to sit down, Emma leaned forward over
the horn. I sat down and she then sat back with the crack
of her ass right against my dick.

She turned, looked over her shoulder and said with a coy
smile, "This is gonna be fun."

Feeling her ass against my cock, I replied, "Yes, it could
be quite interesting."

Mom noticed the exchange, cocked her head and gave me a
look as if to say, 'OK, no funny business!'

In reply, I gave Mom and 'innocent' shrug as if to answer,
'Why Mom, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking
about.'

Priya pulled along side me and asked, "What kind of horse
is this?"

"Who, Dipper?" I replied.

"Yeah, why do you call him Dipper?"

He's a thoroughbred Chestnut, because he's a chestnut
brown. I call him Dipper because when he's running all out,
he dips his head more than most horses do."

"Which horse is the fastest?" Aleeya chimed in.

"Well," I began, "Jim might know more about that than I do,
but I'd guess that in a short race, Sultan would be faster.
He's a quarter horse. They're famous for running a quarter
mile at lightning speed. Mine would probably be last.
Arabians are famous for their speed, agility and endurance.
An Arabian can run for long periods of time at a fast
pace."

Seeing a double entandre there, Priya quipped, "My kind of
horse, and a woman also; fast, agile and with staying
power."

Feeling Emma's soft ass rubbing against my dick and hearing
the double meaning of Priya's comment, I started to feel a
tingle in my loins and replied, "Enough about staying
power, let's go for a ride."

Once on the grass, we came to a stop, three abreast with me
in the middle. I said to the girls, "Aleeya, you take the
lead, followed by Priya. Emma and I will bring up the rear
(a double meaning there, I thought). Aleeya, walk Sultan
towards that fence line and then follow it for a while."

Aleeya stuck her tongue out at Priya and sung, "I get to be
in front," and led off.

It was kinda funny watching Aleeya ride. As the horse
walked, she was sloshing back and forth sideways in the
saddle. She looked like one of those bobble head dolls,
only bobbling sideways.

I had my left hand resting on my thigh and my right around
Emma's waist holding the reins. She asked me, "Can I handle
the reins?"

"Sure," I replied as I handed them to her.

With my hands free, I rested them on my thighs and looked
down at the view. She has the nicest little butt that was
accentuated even more by her tight jeans, which displayed
her cheeks nicely and also by the fact that her legs were
forced wide apart as she sat astride the horse.

After about twenty minutes of riding, I was beginning to
feel more pressure against my package (and a few tingles)
as she moved against me in the saddle. I looked down and I
wasn't sure, but it looked like Emma was rotating her hips
back and forth, front to back in time with the horse's
gait.

After another ten minutes of this, I was definitely feeling
those good feelings of being rubbed against; almost like
dry humping, and looked down again. Emma's breathing was
noticeably deeper and quicker, so I studied her movements.

The little shit was masturbating! She'd hump her tingle
button against the rise of the fork as she rotated her hips
forward, and her ass against my cock as she rotated her
hips back: she was giving herself a "double rub!"

I could tell by her breathing she was getting close, and by
the fact that her movements were gradually getting faster
than those caused by the horse. Emma leaned back against my
chest and whispered, "Hold me."

I put my arms around her waist, and now I could really feel
the movements in her hips, which got me rock hard! I
thought to myself, "Boy, if she works those hips like that,
she'd probably fuck like a minx in heat!"

Figuring that this was her ride and if she was going to get
a climax, I might as well lend a hand to the cause! I
brought my hands up her sides, kind of like holding a big
jar: my thumbs wrapped around the curve of her sides with
my fingers around the front, and stopped when the first
finger on each hand was just barely touching the underside
of her puffy (now erect and hard), pointed little nipples.

When she felt the feather-like contact on the bottom her
nipples, I heard a little gasp. She now began to work her
hips like a dog in heat. I brushed my hands against the
underside of her nipples, just barely touching them and she
began to pant. I knew she was quickly reaching the pinnacle
because her legs started to tighten and she was REALLY
grinding herself to get off. When I sensed she was right at
the precipice, I took each of her nipples between my thumb
and forefinger and gave each a tiny squeeze.

Blast off!

She bit her lip to keep her mouth closed and all I heard
was a loud hiss as she exhaled through her nose. She
rotated her hips back hard against my cock and just
shuddered. That made me go off and shoot into my boxers.

Emma was in lah-lah land! (I felt pretty good too!) She
just silently leaned against my chest as her breathing
slowly returned to normal.

She must have really looked out of it because when Priya
turned around to see where we were, she said over her
shoulder, "Is everything OK?"

Holding Emma around the waist with one hand to keep her
from falling off the horse and holding the reins with the
other I said back, "Yeah, just relaxing." (I wasn't lying,
was I?)

Priya started to pull up along side me and I think we
smelled Emma's arousal at the same time because she asked,
"Having a nice ride?"

"Very nice," I replied matter-of-factly. (Still, not a
lie.)

Priya smiled and shook her head. Changing the topic (What
topic?), I asked her, "Well, how do you like Kali?"

Letting things slide, she replied, "She's beautiful! She's
the best present I've ever gotten! Thank you so much for
her!"

Smiling I said, "The gift is from me, but you should really
thank Jim. He searched and picked her out for you: same
with Aleeya's horse. He really wanted to buy that quarter
horse for himself."

Emma had regained her composure by now, so I yelled to
Priya and Aleeya that I'd take the lead. I brought Dipper
up to a trot and passed the girls. "OK," I said, "Now we'll
take this horse trail through the woods. Don't get too far
behind. If you need help, just holler."

Emma and I ducked to clear an overhanging tree limb and
entered the trail. Dipper knew the way and could walk it
blind; so I turned and watched my two little Indians follow
me up the trail.

Turning back to face forward and with Emma still leaning
back against me, she said, "I love you Sean. Thank you for
making me feel so wonderful!"

As soon as I heard her words, I knew I'd fucked up. Feeling
guilty, I softly replied, "And I love you too, but I was
wrong. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't right."

Emma looked up at me over her shoulder and asked, "Why? You
make Aleeya feel good that way, don't you?"

Stunned, I replied with a question, "Where'd you get THAT
idea?"

Smugly she replied, "I'm not stupid Sean. I'm going into
the third grade. You think I don't see how the older girls
in the fifth grade act around their boyfriends? Aleeya
looks at you just like that; just like Priya looks at you
and she's your wife. 'Leeya certainly doesn't look at you
like you're her Daddy."

Trying to make her question her own reasoning, I said,
"You'd better have proof before you make accusations like
that or I could get into real trouble. I think you should
rethink things."

Keeping me on the ropes, Emma retorted, "Then why did you
do what you did with me if you haven't done it with a young
girl like 'Leeya before?"

"Look," I said, "Everybody, including me, has a weak moment
when they do something they shouldn't. What happened
between you and me just now has nothing at all to do with
Aleeya."

I guess that having survived the death of both of her
parents, it made her wiser than we had thought, because
after a few moments of silence she replied, "Maybe. I could
be wrong, but I doubt it."

We exited the trail in silence about ten minutes later. I
turned and asked the girls if everything was OK. They both
smiled and waved, now looking supremely confident on their
mounts. We reached the barn about five minutes later.

I showed the girls how to walk the horses around after
removing the saddles, to cool them down. We then watered,
and brushed them before down returning them to their
stalls.

Returning to the house, I told Emma and Aleeya to go
upstairs and get washed up for dinner. I then sat down with
Mom and Priya and explained everything in detail about what
happened earlier and what Emma had said.

Mom was PISSED!!!!

She started to say (more accurately, shout) something but
she stopped a moment to collect herself and began again. "I
thought I gave you a look that said to watch yourself, but
I guess you have to be told these things in one syllable
words, like a small child!"

Wagging her finger at me she went on, "I knew it! I fucking
well knew it this morning! There was something in the way
she looked at you during breakfast that I couldn't put my
finger on. I saw it again when you got up on Dipper behind
her."

"Damn!" she exclaimed, "Your father is going to shit a
golden cow over this! Just what in the hell are we going to
do about this? She's GOT to have some of those fucking
super genes you two've got because she deduced it right
away!"

Priya asked Mom sheepishly, "Can I say something?"

Angry, Mom shot back, "What!"

Priya softly said, "Mom, Emma is the third wife I spoke of
earlier. I know it in my heart."

Still hot, Mom retorted, "Well, no offense Priya, I really
don't want to hear about your fucking polygamist dreams
right now!"

THAT shut both of us up.

Mom calmed herself and said apologetically, "Look Priya,
I'm sorry I cursed at you, but with all that's happened
this past year with you, Aleeya, Liz's death, fighting with
my sisters and Emma's problems, I don't really want to
think about another child bride."

Priya was now silently crying. Taking Priya's hand, Mom
said calmly, "Priya, I've always been able to be honest
with you, haven't I?'

Priya tearfully nodded.

"I need you to understand my side," Mom asked, "You and
Aleeya are from a different culture, with different values
and customs with regard to marriage age. Emma's American
and has grown up in a whole different society with
different values and customs.

She may have figured out certain aspects of your family
dynamic, but I'm not so sure she could fit in. She's been
raised to think a marriage is a one-woman/one-man
relationship."

Sitting back in her chair, Mom said, "This whole thing just
sucks! Look. The girls will be down in a few minutes. We'll
have to continue this discussion later. I'm gonna have to
tell John about this, so let's plan on the four of us
sitting down tomorrow night to discus this situation. Until
then, Emma either sleeps with either Priya or Aleeya or she
sleeps by herself! Got it?"

Priya and I nodded.

Pointing her finger at both of us, she said, "I don't care
if she has to drink that whole bottle of sodium
phenobarbitol, all of us are gonna make sure she doesn't
have another chance at intimate contact with Casanova here,
understand?"

Again we both nodded.

Mom looked at Priya and said, "If she chooses to sleep
alone or with Aleeya, then YOU can fuck Sean into oblivion
tonight. Sean, I'll talk to Aleeya. Until this matter is
resolved, I don't think you should be spending nights with
her either."

Sadly we both agreed and nodded.

Just then, Aleeya emerged from the stairs and walked over
to us. She said, "Emma's upstairs crying. She says she was
naughty today and Sean's telling on her. She's also asking
me if Sean and I do secret things together and if so why.
What am I supposed to do? Lie to her, I'm not good at lying
and it makes me feel bad if I do, what do I do?"

Aleeya was now crying. Mom took her in her arms and lifted
her to her lap and said, "There there now. Stop all this
crying stuff."

Turning to Priya she said, "Go tend to Emma."

Priya nodded and went upstairs.

Stroking her face, Mom said to Aleeya, "Listen to me
munchkin, us grownups will handle this. I don't want you to
lie to her, but don't tell her anything yet. If she asks
you anymore questions, just tell her you're not supposed to
talk about secret things and that if she wants to know
anything to come to either me or Priya, OK?"

Sniffling, Aleeya nodded she understood.

Mom started again to talk to Aleeya saying, "And another
thing; until all this stuff about secret things is cleared
up with Emma, you shouldn't sleep with Sean, understand?"

"But, but," Aleeya started.

"But nothing." Mom replied, "You sleeping with Sean only
makes her more curious about these things and want to ask
more questions. We'll get it straight in a couple of days,
it won't be long, OK?"

"OK," she said sullenly, "I understand."

Smiling at her, Mom said to Aleeya, "Now, get back upstairs
and get cleaned up for dinner."

Aleeya kissed her on the cheek, slid from her lap smiling
and started for the stairs. Mom gave her a love tap on the
butt as she left.

Shaking her head Mom said, "Men: You're all alike!"

I looked at her with remorse as she finished by saying,
"Haven't you learned yet that that stupid dick head between
your legs has no brain or conscience?"

THAT hurt, but I deserved it, so I took it silently.

Shaking her head she added, "Boy-O-boy, telling your father
is gonna be a doozy! You'd better be upstairs when I do,
that's all I gotta say."

Feeling ashamed of myself, I silently rose and went
upstairs. I was truly sorry, but I guess I was also feeling
sorry for my self because my first thought was to hide
myself away alone in my bedroom.

After thinking about it, I knew that I was being childish
and couldn't hide myself away and ignore my problems like I
did as a kid. I went to the bathroom, washed up and
splashed water on my face again and looked at myself in the
mirror. I thought out loud, "What the fuck's wrong with
you? Are you REALLY that "Child Fucker" that my dark side
keeps warning myself about?"

Shaking my head in disgust at myself, I said out loud, "You
really know how to fuck things up. You're right about one
thing Mom, a stiff dick has no conscience!"

I dried my face and went downstairs to eat. Everyone was
already quietly seated and as I sat, all eyes were upon me.
It felt like eight daggers piercing my very core. I just
sat in silence as everyone's eyes returned to their plates.

I heard the door close and Dad came in with a smile and his
usual friendly greeting. We returned his greeting as he
walked to his study, dropped his things and went to the
powder room to wash for supper.

Sitting in the chair next to Dad's, I remembered back to my
youth when, sitting in this very chair, I got back handed
by my father. Ironically, that event also involved a horse.
I was ten and had taken a horse out riding without anyone's
permission or knowledge. I'd gotten lost and Jim spent an
hour looking for me before I was found.

If Dad knew now what had happened this afternoon, he'd
probably take me to the barn and pummel the shit out of me!
He returned to the table and sat to eat.

While sitting, Dad looked over the fixings and commented,
"Mmmm, roast beast! Looks good!"

While filling his plate, he looked around at everyone
silently eating and said, "What gives? Why does everyone
look so glum?"

Mom, picking at her food replied, "Long day is all. Sean
gave the girls their horses today and they went riding. You
know how it is when you ride the first time, everyone's
tired I guess."

Still not recognizing that anything was wrong, Dad smiled
and asked Priya, "Well Priya, what'd you think of that
beautiful black Arabian?"

Aleeya, being the child she is with that unbridled
exuberance cut in with, "Oh Poppy! I got a beautiful black
and white horsey! I named him Sultan 'cause he's the king
of horses!"

"You got it, Sweetie!" Dad replied with a laugh, "Mr. Jim
wanted to buy that horse for HIS daughter. He's a fine
looking gelding."

"What's a gelding?" She asked.

Stopped in his tracks by Aleeya's question, he said, "Ah,
it's kinda complicated, but even though he's a boy horse he
can't make baby horses, got it?"

With a mouthful of food, Aleeya nodded her understanding.

Dad turned again to Priya and asked, "Well girl, how about
that Arabian?"

Smiling, Priya swallowed her bite of food and replied,
"She's absolutely beautiful Father! She and I became
instant friends! And she's so gentle even though she's
big."

Satisfied with the girl's responses, he said, "Well, it
looks like Jim did a fantastic job of finding the right
horse for the right girl! I'm happy and I'm sure Jim will
be happy to hear it also."

The rest of the meal went pretty uneventfully. After
dinner, I quietly said, "I'm going upstairs for prayers.
Mom, Dad, I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight."

"Sure Son," he replied.

Mom gave me a look that said she was still pissed and said,
Goodnight Sean."

With that we left for upstairs, leaving my mother and
father at the table.

Continued in Chapter 48…

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