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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 50: Rules of Engagement (Mggg, cons, rom, no
sex)
I awoke about six am with Priya huddled against me in a
fetal position with her back against my left side. I turned
onto my side, propped my head up in my hand and pulling the
down the duvet, studied my wife as she lay sleeping. I
fondly remembered our interlude last night and I thanked
God for this beautiful young girl. Although last night's
love making was the second of such spiritual communions, it
was by far, the most deeply moving and tender. One can't
experience something like that without being somewhat
philosophical afterwards and I was taking a few moments to
do just that.
I studied her for a few moments, her waist-length blue-
black hair covered her back like a shawl, her small compact
butt nudged against my thigh and as I looked down her legs,
I came to stop at her tiny feet. I again remembered the
first time I saw her foot uncovered a little over a year
ago and I marveled now, as I did that night at the contrast
of the light pink of her sole and the underside of her
little toes with her flawless chocolate complexion.
I combed her waist-length black hair with my fingers and
pulled it to the side, away from her body, then began
studying every inch of her. Her graceful thin neck, the
soft roundness of her small shoulder and her slender arm as
it lay flat on the bed with her tiny hand under her jaw,
providing a pillow for her cheek to rest on.
I could see the arc of the side of her chest expand
slowly,
then gently compress with every breath she took. Her thin
frame showed her sleek, curved, smooth brown back. I gently
laid my hand at the base of her neck and lovingly stroked
down the center of her back and over to her hip. I ran my
hand down over her hip and felt the round, soft firmness of
her butt cheek. Bringing my hand around the curve of her
cheek to the bottom, I could feel her cashmere soft labia
as they peeked out from between her closed legs.
I wondered; do all men gaze upon the sleeping form of
their
wives in sheer awe and wonder? Certainly, of all of God's
creations, the female is the most breathtaking!
I pictured Aleeya in my mind and thought even a tender
young girl of her age holds a hint of the same graceful
lines as a grown woman. Their hands and feet are more
slender, smaller and more graceful than a male's. The tiny,
diminutive little butt and the puffy pronounced vulva hints
at a beauty of charms yet to come.
The vulva; what a truly remarkable and inviting thing of
beauty! All the grace and charm of femininity can be seen
in the symmetric, soft, curved folds of her labia, hiding
the center of life from which we all came. Every female
whether child or adult, has a uniquely special quality that
enhances the beauty of a woman in a different way.
As I brushed my fingers over Priya's labia, drinking in
her
softness she stirred and awoke. Just to tease her, I
brushed her labia again, only this time with a feather-
light touch. She straightened her legs with a jerk and
exclaimed giggling, "That tickles!"
She turned, and hugging me, kissed me. I smiled at her
and
said to her, "I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful
spiritual experience last night. Making love to you was
like being a part of one person, depending on one beating
heart."
Priya tilted her head up to look at me and I playfully
grabbed her throat in my mouth. I then began kissing her
throat and she responded, "Mmmmmmm, I felt it too. It was
so intense, I was exhausted afterwards."
"That's why (kiss) I know (kiss, kiss) that you are
(kiss,
kiss) my soul mate. I could never love anyone as deeply and
those moments are proof of that."
"It's precisely why moments like those," Priya
whispered,
"Convince me that you'll never forsake me- even with two
other wives."
Thinking for a moment, I asked her, "Sometimes I
wonder if
it's fair to Aleeya and now, Emma because I have this… this
deep spiritual connection and closeness to you. I know the
Koran says to treat all your wives equally, but how can a
man truly do that?"
Now on her side, Priya was twirling a lock of my hair
and
replied, "My interpretation would be to give each of us
what we need individually. If Aleeya needs more
reassurance, give it to her. If Emma needs to feel more
secure, make her feel so."
Trying to take the seriousness out of things she
continued
with, "And if I need a good ass fucking, you'd better give
it to me! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
I was just about to jump her bones when the door opened
and
in came my other two little loved ones. Aleeya and Emma
came over and sat on the bed. Emma looked at the three of
us and said in a quiet voice, "It feels so different and
strange, in a wonderful way, to be here with the three of
you knowing that I will be one of your wives soon, Sean."
Everyone giggled and I said, "Yeah, it certainly
does seem
strange that you'll be my wife doesn't it?"
Priya sat up, got out of bed and putting on her robe
told
the girls, "Come on "wives," let's go get showered. I don't
know about you Emma, but Aleeya and I have to wash our
hair."
Emma replied, "No, My hair is fine, but I'll help
you two
if you want."
With that, they left me to myself to take care of my
morning duties. Having finished before the girls, I called
411 and got the number to the Indian embassy in Washington,
DC. Calling the embassy, I learned that they opened at
nine-thirty am. I fired up my computer and downloaded
directions.
I then went to the embassy's website and downloaded the
visa applications. I learned that if I had applications in
by twelve-thirty, the passports and visas could be picked
up the same or next day. Something that was very beneficial
for Priya and Aleeya was a PIO card. It's a card for People
of Indian Origin that's valid for fifteen years for
unlimited entry to and from India.
When my file downloads were finished, I saved them into
a
separate folder and shut my computer down. About that time,
the girls came in for prayers. We finished morning prayers
about nine-thirty and went downstairs for breakfast.
Mom, as usual, was nursing her cup of coffee when we
arrived at the table for breakfast. I guess she was feeling
discontented because we were greeted with a slightly
sarcastic, "Well, if it isn't Prince Ali Sean with his
harem of concubines."
"Sleep well?" I asked, "A little
"testy" this morning
aren't we?"
"Yeah," looking at Emma she replied,
"Well, you'll just
have to get used to it for the time being because I'm
having some trouble wrapping my head around the fact that
my son is going to marry my sister's grandchild."
Priya asked Mom with a little consternation, "Why
Mom, what
is it that you're having trouble accepting; the fact the
Emma is Sean's cousin or the fact that she's YOUR relative
and getting married at such a young age. Or could it be the
fact that she'll be the third wife of the same man?"
The four of us took our seats and looked at Mom for her
response. Mom took a sip of her coffee and said, "All of
it. All those facts and figures kept running through my
head last night and I couldn't sleep."
Setting her cup down she continued, "It's difficult
to
understand that children who haven't had time to experience
the fullness of being a child have become sexual beings at
such a tender age, even when it doesn't involve getting
married, just the fact that they seek out and participate
in these activities without knowing how it changes them
forever. It's as if they've lost their innocence before
they've had a chance to even realize there are things
they'll never be able to go back and recapture."
Folding her hands Mom said, "Also, there's the fact
that
Emma will remove all chances of experiencing the rights of
passage all kids go through with dating, learning about
boys as well as herself through self exploration."
Tossing her head back and combing her hair with her
fingers
she went on, "I guess I grew up in a different time and
place. At eight, all I thought about was dolls, playing
with and making friends, looking for role models and trying
to make sense of my little microcosm of a world and
understand how I could fit in.
My body was just that, my physical self. I'd bathe it,
keep
it clean and try to be healthy, but it wasn't something I
shared with others, not even my parents or sisters, much
less with a boy. Back then, we were shielded from such
things and being an adult and doing adult things was a
mystery. We all wanted to grow up much too fast, but we
didn't know what was involved with being an adult."
Leaning forward on the table, Mom continued, "I
guess what
bothers me the most is the fact, and I didn't realize it
until this morning although I don't know why, is the fact
that Emma and Sean will be in an incestuous relationship.
They're cousins and I worry that their children will be
affected in some way by this, much less by the polygamy
issue."
Priya leaned on the table and said, "I told Sean
the other
day that marriage to a second cousin is legal in the United
States as well as most other countries. The prevailing
consensus is that they are far enough removed to prevent
any genetic problems. I have looked, but there aren't any
definitive figures as to the frequency or percentage of the
population that are second cousin marriages.
As far as the incest issue is concerned, Aleeya and I
are
FIRST cousins. Even though we don't engage in sexual
activity together, there is still our relationship being
married to the same man: THAT fact didn't bother you. If it
weren't genetically sound, it wouldn't be legal in ALL US
states and around the world. As for the social stigma, I
guess everyone has to deal with that issue on they're own
and on the merits of each situation.
Priya took a sip of tea and continued, "As for
polygamy,
the prevailing attitude isn't so much the issue of multiple
wives as it is that usually a group or community that
practices polygamy tends to coerce or "direct" young
teenage girls, in some form or fashion, to marry when
they're not ready or willing to do so, in effect, forcing
them to marry older spouses for the benefit of a man having
conjugal rights to a very young girl."
Priya reached across the table and took Mom's hand and
continued, "Another thing about polygamy that westerners
don't like to admit, is that polygamy is practiced
illegally everyday in the US. How many men, or women for
that matter, are unfaithfully married and have children by
those infidelities? In ALL of western culture it's
considered OK and even condoned, or at least accepted, in
society to have a lover.
This is just a way to skirt the law and live a
polygamist
lifestyle without any responsibilities in those situations.
The children of such relationships are considered by law to
be bastard and illegitimate and have no legal rights when
it comes to legitimizing their name, inheritance and are
denied the right, because of monogamy laws, to live in a
two-parent family and be nurtured by BOTH parents. Even if
their paternity is established through DNA testing, the
government's stand isn't whether these children were born
out of wedlock; it's who pays for support. The father of
these children usually ignores or rejects his parental
duties to the child unless coerced by the courts to pay
child support."
Trying to prove her point, Priya pointed out, "My
mother is
a product of such a marriage. She grew up with a loving
father, and was nurtured and loved by BOTH of her parents.
All the children in her family, whether they had the same
mother or not, were treated with equality in love,
resources and family heritage. How many children in America
that are born out of wedlock can say that?"
Sitting back and crossing her arms, Priya finished with,
"As for the current social mores concerning the alarming
statistics about children maturing faster and engaging in
sexual activities at a much younger age, its a fact of life
that we all have to deal with, whether Aleeya, Emma or I
are a part of those statistics or not. I also think you're
overlooking the fact that Emma HAS recently done quite a
bit of self exploration and has been masturbating for
several months now. She also made it perfectly clear last
night what she wants to do with Sean."
Abby, who stood in the kitchen listening to the
conversation, and taking it all in said, "May I say
something Joan?"
Mom turned and looked at her and replied, "Yeah,
why not.
It seems everyone has an opinion on the matter."
Abby stepped to the table, handed Priya and I a cup of
tea
and said, "This is just my observation, but I think that
Emma, although she's only eight, has much more knowledge
and experience with sex than either 'Leeya and Priya had
when they married. Knowing that marriage includes sex and
knowing first hand about sexual things are two different
things."
Abby sat in Dad's seat, looked across the table at Mom
and
continued, "It's my belief that if you had said no to Emma,
she would have, at some point in time in the near future,
become sexually active but in a destructive way; with some
boy at school who had nothing more in common with her
except raging hormones."
Looking around and then back to Mom she said, "This
would
be more destructive to her emotionally than getting married
with all the support she needs while expressing her sexual
self. Everyone at this table knows that once we experience
sex in our lives, it becomes a part of who we are. There's
no going back and denying that part of ourselves."
Looking at Emma, Abby continued, "You can't be with
her
every second of the day to make sure she doesn't
masturbate, or play hanky-panky games with a boy before,
during, or after school. If you let her marry, even at
eight, she'll be able to have the proper outlet to express
that part of herself in the proper context of marriage."
Sitting back and looking down, Abby said, "I have
to admit,
if I had heard a discussion about child marriage a year
ago, I would have been livid with disgust and revulsion.
But seeing 'Leeya, I know that in some strange way, it can
and does work to the benefit of the child when it's done
out of love and not abuse: at least it did in her case. I
don't include Priya because she's more mature than most of
adults I know. Sorry Joan, but that's how I feel."
Mom sighed, looked at Emma and replied, "Maybe
you're all
correct and I'm over reacting, I don't know. The only thing
I can go by is the fact that I'm still convinced that Sean
will never hurt you Emma, and I'm trusting you to know that
what your heart is telling you is true enough to last a
lifetime. If you're ever hurt by this, I'll blame myself to
the grave."
Emma rose and went to her, hugged her in her arms and
said,
"Auntie, I know in my heart that this is what I want. I
have no doubt that it will be forever."
Placing my hand on hers, I said, "Mom, I don't know
what
the future holds but I can promise you this: I will love
and care for Emma with as much love and attention I give to
Priya and Aleeya. I wouldn't have consented to marry her if
I didn't think I could enrich her life and make her happy."
"Alight," Mom sighed, "Indecision is a
form of neglect, so
let's proceed with our plans. Priya did you call your
mother?"
Priya, sipping her tea, nodded and replied, "Yes,
and Mom
said she wasn't surprised that this might happen. From
conversations I had with her and Me Ma about Emma before we
left, Mom said that after I'd left, her and Me Ma discussed
our conversation and felt that there might be the
possibility of her marrying Sean. She said that they
arrived at this consensus as a result of my telling them my
own thoughts and feelings about Emma's future."
Looking at Emma, Priya continued, "Mom said the
only
concern she and Me Ma had was whether or not Sean would be
capable of executing his duties to three women properly.
They felt confident that he could, but only raised the
point because they don't know Emma or what her state of
mind is at the moment. She said that if Emma needed special
help or counseling, it might put a strain on our entire
relationship. If we return to India with Emma, Me Ma will
assume she's there to life her life with us as a family and
she'll break the news to the rest of my family."
Mom looked at me and said, "You'd better be damn fucking
sure about this Sean, because if you aren't, and you go
through with this, I'll have your balls on a skewer if and
when the hammer drops, got that?"
"Got it Mom," I replied with conviction,
"If I wasn't sure,
I wouldn't have agreed."
"Ok then," she replied. Mom looked around the
table and
asked Aleeya, "Well munchkin, how do YOU feel about Emma
marrying Sean?"
Aleeya looked at us and then at Mom and said, "I
think Sean
can take away all her pain like he did mine and Priya's. I
love Emma and would be happy to have her as my sister. I
know Sean has enough love for all of us, just like he had
room in his heart for me. We'll be happy Auntie, just you
wait and see."
Priya looked at the two younger girls, then at Mom and
asked, "So, have you changed your mind or is Emma going to
become one of us?'
"No," Mom replied with a smile to Emma,
"Let's proceed with
the wedding plans, were there some "ground rules" you were
going to lay down?"
Looking first at Emma and then Aleeya, Priya said,
"Yes.
First of all, Emma, I will tell you what I told Aleeya; no
one - and I mean no one is to know about Aleeya being
married and now, that YOU are going to get married, got
it?"
"I understand, sister," Emma said.
"I mean it Emma, NO ONE, period! If anyone found
out, Sean
would go to jail, do you understand?"
"I understand Priya," Emma said seriously,
"I do, I really
do."
"OK then," Priya replied, " Aleeya, your
nights with Sean
have been Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. Now that Emma will
join us, that means for things to be fair, we will each
have two nights a week instead of three with Sean. I will
keep Monday, you on Tuesday and Emma on Wednesday. Then me
on Thursdays, Fridays will still be a family night, you on
Saturdays and Emma has Sundays. Do you girls understand?"
Priya waited for each girl to acknowledge the schedule
with
nods and yeses, then went on, "Emma, on your days, you can
cuddle all day and evening, but Sean sleeps alone those
nights until you're married. Do you understand?"
"Yes sister," Emma replied, "But what
about this family
night thing, what then?"
Looking at Mom, Priya asked, "She can sleep with
all of us
together, but everyone will have to wear something, no nude
sleeping until after Emma's marriage, and no sex at all on
those nights, agreed?"
Mom agreed and nodded, as did we all.
Priya said to Emma, "Since you will be spending
your nights
away from Sean until your wedding night, you may, if you
choose, allow either Aleeya or I to sleep with Sean on
those nights, or you have the choice not to; it's totally
your decision, not Sean's, understand?"
Blushing, Emma said, "I understand sister."
"Another thing, Emma," Priya said, "On
your days, Sean is
yours; all day. That goes for each of us. If any of us
feels that we need to switch for some reason, or just need
time with him, each has to get permission from the others
to change the schedule. Both Sean and I have to approve
first; are we all agreed?"
Emma, and Aleeya nodded and said yes.
"I say this so that each of us knows that we are
sisters
and share equally the duties and rights we have as Sean's
wives. Sean has nothing to say about our schedule. Sean
cannot rearrange the schedule unless he has a very good
reason why he wants one of us over the other, is that
clear?"
Aleeya and Emma replied, "Yes sister."
Looking for Mom's reaction, Priya said, "Now for a
new
rule. This has never come up between Aleeya and I before,
but if any two girls want to share a night with Sean, it
must be agreeable with whoever's night it is, and although
both of the girls must get agreement from Sean, Sean does
NOT have the right to initiate a threesome, understood?"
Giggling, each girl nodded and Mom sat bug-eyed but
didn't
answer. Abby said, "Oh my gosh, I never even thought of
THAT one!"
Priya smiled and replied, "I'm just trying to
address all
of the possibilities to prevent any problems in the
future."
Mom gave me a wry smile and said, "Boy, you've got
yourself
a win/win/win situation, don't you?"
Snickering, I replied, "I'm just the toe sucking
pussy
being led by the 'weaker sex.'"
"Yeah right!" Mom said with some sarcasm.
Priya looked at Emma and said, "Last but not least,
until
you and Sean get married, there's to be no sexual contact
of any kind; that means no petting, humping, masturbation
or anything sexual- no matter what you call it, understood?
If you break this rule, you will be punished by having your
time with Sean taken away, got it?"
"Understood," I replied.
Emma blushed and said, "Understood."
Priya continued, "As for discussing amongst each
other what
each of us does with Sean, I think we should, for the most
part, keep things open. We can talk about our activities
with each other, unless that person has a valid reason to
keep something private. We are all individuals, with
separate intimate lives with Sean. There will be no secrets
from each other that will affect any other people in the
family other than the two involved, understand?"
Emma looked puzzled and asked, "I'm not sure what
that
means."
Priya explained, "We each have confidences we'd
like to
tell Sean and be sure those confidences are kept secret.
But the problem is, all of our lives are intertwined and we
need to be as open as possible to prevent conflict and
division. If you have a secret that will or does affect the
rest of us, then it isn't wise to try and keep something
like that a secret."
Continuing Priya said, "But if you have a personal
issue
that you feel doesn't affect the others and can best be
dealt with between you and Sean, then it's OK. For example,
if you, and this is just am example, like to be tied up and
hit during sex, I think that that kind of thing needs to be
known between all of us."
"Look Emma," Priya continued, "That kind
of behavior
reveals something that might impact the rest of us, because
that example has it's own causes and effects on how we all
approach intimacy. For Aleeya and I, we may do things that
might be considered naughty, maybe even a little nasty, but
we don't do anything that affects the other or causes us
pain to find a measure of pleasure, understand?"
Trying to put things in perspective, Priya commented,
"Mom
told me when I got married, not to be afraid to try new
things. Some you will like, others you won't. You have to
find those things you enjoy doing, regardless of whether
Aleeya or I may like the same things, understand?"
Nodding, Emma replied, "Yes, I think I understand
now."
Priya added, "If you have something you're
struggling with
personally and you feel, with Sean's agreement, that it can
be best handled between the two of you, then it remains
private. Does that clear things up?"
"Yes, I understand now," Emma replied.
Priya looked at Mom and said, "I can't think of
anything
else for right now, can you?"
Shaking her head in wonderment, Mom said, "No, I
think
you've covered the rules for debauchery rather completely
for THIS age group."
"Talking of logistics," I said, "I got
all the forms I need
for the visas. We can take some digital passport photos
today and I'll drop off the applications tomorrow and pick
them up on Thursday."
Mon nodded and said, "Good. Your Dad is contacting
our
lawyer today about getting your legal custody of Emma
expedited. If we can't get that matter squared away before
you return to India, you'll have to fly back for the
hearing and finalize things. Once we have the visas, we'll
book the airline tickets."
Speaking of the devil, the phone rang and Abby rose to
answer it. It was Dad. Mom talked to him for about ten
minutes in the study and returned to fill us in.
"That was your father." Mom began, "He
said the lawyer can
get a judge to sign a six month temporary custody order
until the case works its way through the court docket. It
could take up to that long before a hearing date is
scheduled. With Sean being a family member, there SHOULDN'T
be any problem. That way, Sean will have legal custody to
take Emma out of the country temporarily. You'll have to
sign an affidavit that he will return and produce Emma for
any hearing(s). He wants you to go to the office today and
square that away ASAP."
"That's not a problem," I replied.
Mom sighed, looked at Abby and said, "Well, let's
eat, then
do what we have to do to get the ball rolling."
Everyone nodded and murmured their agreements as Abby
rose
to serve breakfast. After breakfast, I got out the digital
camera and took head shots against a white wall of everyone
for the visas. Dad and I have work permits that were good
for five years and didn't need visas.
I got ready to leave for Dad's office, putting the
camera's
memory card in my pocket. Emma said, "Can I go with you
Sean?"
Remembering the schedule, Emma blurted, "Oops, I'm
sorry
'Leeya, can I go with Sean?"
Aleeya smiled and replied, "We'll both go, is that
OK with
you Sean?"
"Sure," I quipped, "The more the
merrier."
Emma looked a little disappointed that she couldn't go
alone with me but said nothing. I kissed Priya and Mom
goodbye and blew a kiss to Abby as we walked out the door.
We piled into the Lexus with Aleeya sitting up front with
me, this being her day. Emma wasn't happy at all about
sitting in the back by herself.
We dropped the memory card off at Walmart and I said I'd
return to pick up the passport photos. We headed to Dad's
office and arrived about noon. We got there just as Dad was
getting ready to go to lunch. We entered his office and he
appeared in a rush, so I asked him, " Got an appointment?"
Upon seeing us, he nodded, put down his papers and dug
through his files, extracted a couple of documents and
said, "Here. You've got to sigh these, but let me get Betty
in here to notarize them first."
After asking Betty to bring her notary stamp in, Dad
came
around his desk and hugged each of the girls. After the
hugs and kisses, Dad said, "What's up, doing anything
special today?"
Shaking my head I replied, "No, just getting the
passport
photos done and the visa applications completed. I'll have
to brave the morning rush hour and go to the Indian embassy
tomorrow and drop everything off. I'll pick up the
passports on Thursday."
Smiling at the girls Dad replied, "Sounds like a
plan. You
got here just in time because I was just heading out to
have lunch with our lawyer. I'll give these papers to him
and he can get the ball rolling. He told me on the phone
that once he has the papers, it'll only take a few days to
get a temporary order signed, but I'll verify that today.
I'll let everyone know tonight at dinner."
Just then, Betty came into the office. She read the
documents, I signed and she stamped them, handing them over
to Dad saying, "Is that all sir?"
Dad patted her shoulder and said, "Yes, thanks
Betty,
that's it."
Giving the girls a quick hug and kiss, he said,
"Hate to
rush you kids, but I'm gonna be late so I'd better run.
I'll see you all at dinner tonight, OK?"
We said our goodbyes and Dad left in a flurry. When we
were
getting in the car to leave, Aleeya said to Emma, "You can
sit up front on the way home if you want."
I was surprised by Aleeya's comment for two reasons:
first,
she'd shown a twinge of jealousy the past couple of days
and second, I was pleasingly proud that she had noticed
Emma's sadness at having to sit in the back on the first
leg of the trip.
Emma "Eeek'ed" out her happiness saying,
"Oh thank you
'leeya, you're so sweet," and hurriedly climbed into the
front seat.
I turned, hugged and kissed Aleeya and told her,
"That was
a really nice thing you did Baby, I'm proud of you for
thinking about her."
Aleeya looking up with a smile said, "We're gonna
be
sisters and I don't like to see her sad. Besides, I'll have
you tonight, right?"
Smiling, I gave her an emphatic nod and replied,
"Right!"
Driving to Walmart, Emma held my hand tightly as we
drove,
occasionally playing with my fingers. I glanced in the
rearview mirror and Aleeya smiled back at me and mouthed
the words, "She wants you really bad."
I silently winked and smiled back. We picked up the
passport photos and headed home. Abby was just setting
lunch when we arrived. We washed up and sat down for lunch.
Once seated and starting to eat, Mom asked, "Well, how'd
things go? Did you get everything signed?"
Swallowing my bite, I replied, "Yeah, we had
perfect
timing. Dad was getting ready to leave and have lunch with
the lawyer when we arrived. He said it should only take a
couple of days to get the temporary order signed. He'll let
us know for sure tonight."
After taking a sip of water, I continued, "I'll
complete
all the paperwork today. I'll have to go to the post office
and get a money order for the fees, then tomorrow I'll take
everything to the embassy."
Swallowing her bite and stirring her salad with her fork
Mom replied, "OK. Moving on, what do you want for your
birthday?"
All ears perked up, waiting for my reply, but I said,
"Just
a cake's fine, I thought we could spend the day in
Washington and show the girls some of the sights."
The girls were elated and happy at the chance to see the
'icons of democracy' up close and personal. Mom said, "That
sound like a good idea, I haven't seen a lot of the sights
since I was a teenager, it'll be nice to revisit now that
I'm older and can better appreciate them."
After lunch I excused myself and went upstairs to my
computer to work on the applications. I'd decided to get
Priya and Aleeya the PIO cards so I wouldn't have to go
through this every time we returned to the States for
another fifteen years.
I'd been working for about forty-five minutes and was
finally finished, and was just organizing everything when
Priya can in and sat down asking, "How's it going, about
finished?"
"Yeah," I replied as I finished organizing
everything, "I'm
just finishing up. Why, something you want to talk about?"
"Yes," Priya replied, "It's about this
morning. Emma told
me what Aleeya did for her today and I was pleasantly
surprised. She's been a little jealous lately and I didn't
think she'd have done that. But there's another thing."
Curious, I asked, "What?"
"Well," she said, "I've just had a talk
with Aleeya and she
feels a little conflicted. She's happy for Emma and the
fact she'll be a part of our family but she also doesn't
like that fact that she'll only be with you two nights a
week."
Giving me a smirk, Priya said, "I think she wants
to take
things with you to a new level. You won't believe what she
asked me."
Now I WAS curious, so I said to her impatiently,
"What?
What is it? Why are you dragging this out, just tell me
what you two talked about."
Giggling Priya said, "She asked me all sorts of
questions
about our pee games."
Impatient, I said, "WHAT? Finish your
discussion!"
Smiling Priya continued, "She asked me what it was
like to
be peed on, and did you really pee in my butt, and of so,
does it really feel good. She then asked me if you really
like drinking my pee. She also wanted to know why I liked
drinking pee so much."
Priya was sitting on the edge of the bed. She leaned
back
on her arms and said, "I told her that I didn't really know
why I like doing all those things so much, I just do. As
for you liking to drink mine, I told her yes, you enjoy it
a lot."
Getting a little shy about her fetish (and mine), she
looked down and went on, "I told her that it hurts a little
when you pee inside me because it fills me up so much, but
it feels very hot deep inside for a long time and is very
pleasurable to me and it makes me cum. I told her that if
she tried it, it might hurt her more than me because she's
smaller than me. I also told her when you pee on me, it
feels very hot and it's exciting to see."
Having revealed her inner feelings about the subject,
Priya
looked up and said, "We talked about everything. She said
she understands why watching is so exciting because likes
doing it facing you. She told me she likes watching when
you're moving inside her and it gets her worked up even
more. She was surprised we both, for right now, like anal
sex better for the same reason; we can take all of you that
way."
Priya went on to say, "She admitted that she'll
probably
ask you to do more with her, because the one time the two
of you played pee games, she came really hard. She said it
was kinda weird, but because she thinks it's so nasty, she
found it very exciting too."
Leaning forward with her arms on her knees, Priya said,
"I
think the jealousy thing might have something to do with
it, also. I think she might feel that if she were more like
me, she'd be more of a woman than a child. I told her NOT
to do something she really didn't want to do and that
because you and I do it, isn't a reason for her to. I
finished by telling her that she shouldn't force herself to
do something and only do things she feels very comfortable
doing."
Taking in what Priya had said and trying to analyze it
at
the same time, I replied, "Well, tonight's her night, which
by the way, she reminded me of, so we won't have to wait
long to find out will we?"
Priya gave me a coy smile and nodded. I finished by
saying,
"But I'll talk to her first, before we take things any
further, to make certain that she wants to do it for her
and not to compete with you or because I like it."
Standing and collecting all the papers I said, "I'd
better
get to the post office and pick up that money order before
dinner."
Priya stood, gave me a kiss, smiled and said, "Good
luck.
Father may have been right, you just may very well have
three underage nymphos on your hands. Emma's as horny as an
elk in rutting season; not being able to masturbate has her
in a tizzy. In a way I feel sorry for her and I'm not so
sure she can hold out. Unfortunately, I think I'll end up
punishing her, that is, if I catch her cheating."
I replied wryly, "Well she won't get any help from
me! Both
you AND Mom will have my balls if I do."
With a giggle, we went downstairs. I grabbed a glass of
iced tea and sat down at the table, contemplating if I had
anything else to do while I was out. Priya sat down next to
me and we chatted as I looked everything over. Aleeya was
sitting across from us and I think she knew that Priya and
I were discussing her earlier conversation, because she
looked on in studied silence.
Abby was making preparations for dinner so I asked her
if
she needed anything from the store while I was out. She
replied, "Thanks Sean, that reminds me, we need salt and
some salad dressing. Can you pick some up?"
"Sure," I replied, "No problemo."
Looking at Aleeya, I asked, "What's the matter
munchkin,
something bothering you?"
As I was speaking, Emma came back from the powder room
and
sat down next to Priya. Aleeya looked at Emma, then at me
and said, "Nothing, just thinking is all. Can I go with
you?"
To politely tell Emma indirectly that I wanted only
Aleeya
to go, I replied with a smile, "Sure Babe, you wanna talk
about something while we're out?"
Emma asked with a hint of sadness, "Where you
going?"
Trying to make it sound insignificant, I replied,
"Just to
get a money order and to the grocery store to pick up a few
things for dinner."
"Oh," she said quietly.
Seeing that Emma had taken the hint, Aleeya perked up
and
said, "Yeah, there's something I wanna talk about."
"OK then," I said with a smile, "Let's
go!"
Grabbing the keys, we headed to the car. Once on the
road,
Aleeya was sort of quiet. I figured she wanted to discuss
her conversation with Priya (and Priya's with me), so I
decided I'd keep quiet and let her bring it up when she was
ready. When she did though, I wouldn't make it easy for
her; she'd have to make her case on her own.
After a few minutes of silence, I put my hand on the
gearshift to nudge her to take my hand. She looked at my
hand for a moment, then put hers on top of it. In response,
I glanced over and looked into her large, brown doe eyes.
She gave me a quiet smile. Returning her smile, I looked
back at the road.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see she was looking
down, as if contemplating. She looked over at me, squeezed
my hand to get my attention and said, "She told you didn't
she?"
I looked at her softly and said, "Who told me
what?"
"Priya." She replied, "Priya told you
what she and I talked
about didn't she?"
Acknowledging her, I nodded and confirmed her question
as I
replied, "Yes, yes she did."
"Well?" She asked.
Playing dumb, I replied, "Well what?"
Looking at me curiously she asked, "Well, what do
you
think?"
Taking my eyes off the road for a second to glance at
her,
I said, "What do I think about what?"
Frustrated that I wasn't making this easy for her,
Aleeya
said, "Why are you answering me with a question? What do
you think about what we talked about?"
"What I think," I began, "Is that you
were curious about a
few things and had a talk with Priya about them, that's
all."
Getting a little agitated, she said, "Why are you
making
this so hard for me?"
Knowing I couldn't talk seriously to her and drive also,
I
pulled into a shopping center and parked the car. Once
parked, I left the car running for the air conditioning and
turned in my seat to face her.
I leaned over, kissed her and took her hands in mine
saying, "Look. Just because you had a talk with Priya about
something and she told me what the two of you talked about
doesn't mean anything. You two talked and that's that."
Letting go of her hand with my right hand, I stroked the
side of her cheek softly and continued, "If there's
something you wish to discuss or ask ME, then now's the
time to do it or, we can talk later if you want, whatever
is most comfortable for you. I'm not gonna ask you if you
want to do anything more than we're doing right now because
on THAT subject, your words to me were that you had to
think about things."
Sighing, I went on, "I told you when we got
married, if you
don't tell me what you want, or don't want, I'm not gonna
try and make you do something you don't want to do. If you
now want to try some of those things that you didn't feel
ready to do before, you need to tell me specifically what
you want to do and why, understand?"
Looking down shyly, Aleeya answered, "Well,
remember I told
you that I might let you pee on me and maybe let you drink
my pee but I had to think about it first?"
Not giving her an inch I replied, "Yeah, I
remember, and?"
"Well," She said shyly, "I've thought
about it."
Again, being unyielding I asked, "And?"
"Darn!" She retorted, "Why are you making
this so hard for
me?"
Chuckling I said to her, "Because I want to hear
from your
own mouth what it is you want to do and why. I'm not gonna
put any words in your mouth or thoughts in your head. I'm
also not going to pull it out of you or lead you in any
direction by directing any questions."
Looking her right in the eyes, I took her other hand
again
and gave them a quick shake up and down to make my point
and said, "There isn't anything we can't talk about, is
there?"
Aleeya nodded and said, "No."
"Well then," I replied with a reassuring smile,
"Since
there's no secrets between us, and I'm not a mind reader,
if you wish to expand our intimate life, you need to tell
me specifically what it is you want to do AND why. I'd
enjoy very much doing with you the things you and Priya
talked about, but just because Priya and I do these things
doesn't mean you have to. This isn't about what Priya OR I
want or like. WHAT you want to do isn't as important as WHY
you want to do them, understand? Now, say what you mean and
MEAN what you say."
Realizing it was time to shit or get off the pot, Aleeya
became shy, turned facing forward in her seat and looking
down shyly said in a soft quiet voice, "I'm ready, I think,
to try some more of those pee games. The reason is, when we
played that one night, it was weird and seemed kinda nasty,
but I had one of the biggest 'gasms I've ever had."
Glancing up for a moment to see my understanding smile,
I
nodded for her to continue. She again lowered her head and
went on, "You told me that you'd like to drink my pee, and
Priya told me that you make her have a 'gasm when you do.
I'd like to try that and see for myself if I like it. Priya
also told me when you pee on her, it's feels hot and very
exciting to watch; I'd like to try that also, but I still
don't like the idea of drinking your pee. Maybe if I like
these other things I might try it the future, but for now,
I don't like the idea."
Looking back up at me with relief that she'd gotten it
out,
she said pointedly, "There. I said it. Can we try these new
things tonight?"
Smiling I replied with a qualifier, "Yes, if this
is what
you want to do. Your explanation seems OK to me but I want
you to tell me honestly: can you say to me with complete
confidence that you want to do these things for you and no
other reason?"
Aleeya looked me straight in the eyes and replied
confidently, "Yes. I want to try these things for me and no
one else."
I tickled her ribs and teased her by saying, "OK
then, I'm
gonna drink TWO gallons," holding up two fingers, "Of ice
tea tonight so watch out, you're gonna get it!"
Giggling from my tickling, she shot back, "Oh yeah,
well
I'll drink two gallons too and make you drink every drop!"
I turned in my seat to continue our journey, nodded and
replied, "Done!"
The rest of the trip to the post office was relaxed and
jovial. When we were almost to the grocery store, Aleeya
giggled to herself and I asked, "What's so funny?"
She blushed, giggled again, and looking at me sideways,
coyly answered, "I'm getting all squishy down there
remembering that 'gasm I had the last time we played pee
games!"
I gave a laugh, remembering she came really hard and
quipped, "Yeah it's all about them there tingles right?"
"Yeah," She replied with some sexiness in her
voice, "And
the 'gasms too!"
Chuckling, I chided her, "Can't forget about the
'gasms can
we?"
Finishing the repartee, she retorted, "Nope!"
Having acquired all the items on Abby's shopping list we
returned home about four. Abby asked me what took so long
and Aleeya and I just smiled as I replied, "Long lines."
Priya and Emma had decided to go horseback riding and
Mom
said they were due back soon. Aleeya accompanied me
upstairs and once in the bedroom, I filled out the money
order and put everything in my briefcase for tomorrow's
trip to the embassy.
While I was concentrating on the paperwork, Aleeya
started
trying to tickle me. I jokingly told her to stop several
times but she kept it up. I set the briefcase down and
snatched her up. I heaved her onto the bed and she landed
with a bounce on her back. I pounced on top of her and
said, "So, you want to tickle do you? Well turn about is
far play!" And I began tickling her.
She squirmed, kicked and giggled trying to get away and
in
between giggles and gasps, she blurted out, "Stop! I'm
gonna pee myself!"
I stopped and let her up. She straightened her shirt and
hair, then turned to me with a devilish look and said, "I
gotta go pee, wanna help?"
Continued in Chapter 51…
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