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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 82: Milestones (MFfg, rom, cons, no sex)
Life moves on and we were now a settled family with
three
daughters. Cinny and Lizzy were little hellions and they
always made their presence known: in duplicate. Wherever
one was, the other was close by. They were never far apart
for any length of time.
Both girls started crawling at six months and took their
first steps at eleven months. After that, it was off to the races!
Monaavi weaned them from the breast at one because she
couldn't keep up with the demand. Her milk was drying up
and they were switched to whole milk, via the bottle, until
they were two. We told them that the trash man had taken
their bottles and we couldn't find them. They both looked
at each other and shrugged an OK. That was that, Monaavi
broke them of the bottle.
They did everything together; even potty training. It
seemed that both sisters had an innate ability to
communicate with each other. Potty training was a challenge
to say the least. Neither girl liked to sit on the potty
and many a time was spent chasing a bare-assed giggling
little girl around the house to put her back on the pot.
Tiring of the game, they finally caved in and were both
trained by twenty-eight months: Lizzy first, followed by
Cinny a week later.
As predicted, they were mirror twins. Watching them
together was like watching a reflection of the other: it
was uncanny. Cinny was right-handed like Monaavi and Lizzy
was left.
At two and a half, each was about twenty-eight inches
tall
with little potbellies and blue-black curly hair that
reached their shoulders. Their complexion was slightly
darker than Monaavi's, both being a very light wheatish
color. They looked like carbon copies of Monaavi with
large, doe-like dark brown eyes and devilishly radiant
smiles they flashed just about every time you spoke to them.
As for studies, Monaavi and Leeya began teaching the
twins
at two by reading to them and teaching them shapes and
their "ABC's." Tina was now at her normal age level
academically and at almost seven and a half, was doing
third grade work. She spoke English, Tamil and Hindi
fluently and seemed slightly advanced like Sarah and Leeya.
She was sharp!
Tina was now about forty inches tall, weighed maybe
forty-
five pounds and was simply lovely. She was a quiet,
pleasant girl with an even and lovingly expressive
personality. Her brown hair hung to the middle of her back
and when she wanted my attention, she'd bat her lashes and
flash me her baby browns with a coy smile. What IS it about
girls? Do they have this "Melt Daddy's heart with a look"
gene or something?
She'd play "Mommy" with the twins, dragging
them around,
giving them orders and scolding them when they'd run off
giggling. All three girls were "Daddy's girls" and Tina was
sometimes jealous because she wanted me all to herself. On
those days, just the two of us would take a walk together,
go shopping or do something together.
Although only a year and a half younger that Leeya, Tina
regarded her as a mother and it was sometimes strange to
see her sitting on Leeya's lap being cuddled. I felt a
sadness that Faatina never regained the memory of her times
with Leeya before her illness. Because Leeya spent as much
time at home as Monaavi and with Priya away during the day,
she just seemed to bond to Leeya naturally.
Leeya, now nine, stood about forty-four inches tall and
weighed roughly sixty pounds. She was a thin girl, had
slender shapely legs with slightly knobby knees and that
ever cute little butt. Her brown hair now cascaded to her
waist. Her figure was still boyish, straight as a board and
she still retained her small hands and feet. Even at nine,
her vulva still looked like a little girls with plump puffy pussy lips.
She actually got cuter over these past three years.
Leeya
still had her button nose, small but full soft lips with
sparkling brown eyes and her signature smile. It appeared
that she might remain a small, petite girl even as an
adult. Academically, Leeya was doing fifth grade work: two
tears ahead of her peers.
Attiya was a wonder! She was now on grade with her
studies
at nine and half doing fourth grade work. Her speech was
good and she now spoke Tamil and English. Musically, she
was further advanced than Monaavi's skills and was playing
music on the piano that was well beyond Monaavi's ability
to play. Her favorite composer was Chopin.
Priya, now sixteen, only grew more beautiful with time:
her
stunning beauty still takes my breath away. She was now
four foot ten inches tall and weighed about one hundred
pounds. Her breasts hadn't grown much larger than an "A"
cup and she retained those bulbous, puffy nipples. Probably
genetic, Priya, like Leeya also retained her little girl
vulva with a fleshy mons and plump fat pussy lips. All
three of my wives had the physical characteristic of having
a majority of their height in slender shapely legs, which
gave them a taller, sleeker appearance.
Priya had matured into a true matriarch, leading her
sisters in a much softer assuring way than she did three
years ago. Although she primarily deferred the childcare
issues to Monaavi and Leeya, both of them honored her with
respect and often sought her advice and guidance.
Priya was barreling through college and would obtain her
Undergraduate degree at sixteen, despite having taken off a
semester for the birth of the twins.
Monaavi was a radiant beauty. Her hair, now down to her
waist, was like Priya's: wavy, thick, shiny and luxurious.
She exercised regularly and had the same figure she had
before giving birth accept she now was a full "B" cup. Her
confidence as a teacher was very evident in the way she
handled all her students and was a doting mother to the
twins and Tina, and to a certain extent, to Attiya also.
The first week in June after Leeya had turned ten she
came
down with a bad case of the Flu. Because she was sick, we
didn't share any intimate time together because she was
weak. She spent the time in bed and in her room so as not
to infect any of the younger girls.
After a week be being bedridden, she said she was
feeling
better, she wasn't coughing or running a fever but still
had some stomach cramps and said she's leave the confines
of the bedroom and resume her normal routine tomorrow.
At six am the following morning, we were awaked by a
loud
scream coming from Leeya's room. We hurriedly thrust open
the door, panicked that something was wrong. We stepped
into the bedroom to see Leeya jumping up and down with joy.
At first, we worriedly focused on her face when she opened
her legs, thrust out her vulva and exclaimed, "Look! I'm
bleeding! I'm a WOMAN!!!!!"
Priya and Monaavi went to her, hugged her and Priya
said,
"We'd better get you into the bathroom and cleaned up,
otherwise your womanhood will stain the carpet."
As I watched Leeya, accompanied by Priya and Monaavi,
disappear behind the bathroom door, I felt so happy for her
crossing this threshold into womanhood at ten and a half.
She embraced it with all the mess, cramps and discomfort
like she'd embraced her sexuality: with open arms and joy.
I went back to the bedroom with a smile and took my
shower
alone. When finished, my three WOMEN entered the bedroom to
say morning prayers. When finished we went downstairs to
eat. At the table at the end of the meal, Leeya was
squirming in her chair. Monaavi giggled as she fed Lizzy
and said to Leeya, "What's wrong with you girl, your
coochie itch or something?"
"No," Leeya replied, "This thing is
swelling inside me and
it feels really weird!"
"Welcome to womanhood," Priya chuckled, "You
know what THIS
means, don't you?"
"No what?" Leeya asked.
Priya and Monaavi looked at each other, smirked and
Monaavi
answered, "It means, my womanly sister, No sex until you're
on birth control."
"Oh yeah," Leeya realized, "Well, he
could pull out and
sperm in my mouth."
Shaking my head I told her, "Oh no girl, we ain't
playing
THAT game! You're not gonna turn up pregnant at ten!"
"Ex-cuuuuse me," Leeya corrected, "That's
WOMAN now, not
girl!"
"Ex-cuuuuse me," I retorted, "You're
STILL not gonna be a
ten year-old WOMAN and get pregnant!"
"How long?" Leeya asked cryptically.
"How long for what?" Priya asked.
"How long before the pills work?" Leeya asked
again.
"About seven days," Monaavi answered,
"Before they become
effective."
"Well," Leeya replied, "Make me an
appointment so I can
start right away."
Priya smiled as she swallowed a bite and said,
"We'll do it
after breakfast, OK?"
Priya called after breakfast and got Leeya an
appointment
two days hence. After her appointment, Leeya began taking
the pills the last day of her period as instructed by the
doctor. The only side effects she had were a little nausea
the first week and her pimpled titty bumps were tender.
Leeya didn't want to have sex until she was safe. She said
that the first time she makes love as a woman, she wanted
to do it vaginally and I agreed, understanding her desire to do so.
The Friday after Leeya had finished her period and all
the
kids were in bed, the three of us were sitting nude on our
communal bed talking. Monaavi was saying something to Leeya
when she stopped and stared at Leeya's chest. Monaavi
brushed her hand over Leeya's left breast and said, "Oh my!
You're growing boobies Leeya!"
Leeya looked down in shock and said, "Huh?"
"You've got little breast bumps Leeya!"
Monaavi giggled.
Priya and I looked but Leeya's hands shielded our view
as
she brushed her hands over her breasts.
"I GOT TITTIES!!!!!" Leeya exclaimed,
"LOOK! Look at 'em,
I'm finally getting boobies!"
Well, you'd a thought she had 28DD's the way she was
carrying on! Looking closely at her chest, Leeya's areola
and nipple had definitely started to grow. They slightly
poked off the surface of her chest about a half-inch or so
in a discernable puffy point.
"Here Sean, feel 'em!" Leeya offered as she
proudly thrust
out her chest.
I lightly brushed my fingertips over them and she gasped
saying, "Oh God! I've waited years to have boobies for you
to touch, suck 'em, I wanna feel you suck my new boobies!"
I leaned in and put my mouth over her breast bud. I
brushed
the tip of my tongue over the bump and pulling my head to
her new charms gasped, "Oh My! That feels wonderful!"
Releasing my mouth and sitting up, Leeya cupped her tiny
bud, thrusting it in Monaavi's direction saying, "Here, you
try it suck it for me!"
Monaavi laughed slapping her hand and said, "You're
nuts! I
don't suck women's breasts and I'm not gonna suck yours!"
"Here Priya, you try," Leeya offered
undaunted.
"Those mosquito bites?" Priya teased.
"Don't tease her like that," Monaavi chided,
"It's a
beautiful thing to flower into a woman, remember how you
felt when yours were no bigger than hers?"
"I'm sorry Leeya," Priya apologized, "Let
me make it up to you."
With that, Priya leaned over and covered Leeya's nipple
and
began gently sucking and licking to Leeya's delight. Leeya
held Priya's head gently and asked softly, "The other one too,
please?"
Priya "Mmmmm'd" in acknowledgement and
switched to Leeya's
right bud, administering as she did to the left. After a
few minutes Priya released Leeya's developing protrusion
and Leeya sighed, "That was wonderful, I love you sister."
"I wanna grow beautiful breasts like yours,
Monaavi," Leeya
said wishfully.
Monaavi's breasts had grown slightly, now being a
"B" cup
and their shape changed too, now hanging slightly. I
thought her breasts were exquisite. They appeared to me to
look like a drop of dew hanging from a leaf to form a
symmetrical globe with her long nipples pointing upwards at
about a thirty-degree angle. Her areolae were still about
an inch in diameter and had darkened slightly to a deeper
pink, but because of nursing and pumping, her nipples were
stretched to about a half-inch long.
Cupping her breasts, Monaavi pinched her nipples and
replied, "I wish my nipples weren't so long, they look so
weird, but I DO like that my breasts grew a little bigger
though. Oh well, Sean likes 'em… that's all that counts."
"I can't wait 'til tomorrow," Leeya said
dreamily as she
tweaked her new buds, "I get to make love as a woman!"
"Well," Priya teased again, "Don't
suffocate him with your
new titties (Giggle)."
"Don't laugh," Leeya warned, "Maybe
mine'll grow bigger
than yours, then what'll you do? YOU'LL be the itty bitty
titty girl of the bunch!"
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it,"
Priya said,
"…If I have to!" she added.
The next night, Leeya mad me suck her new titties for an
hour (at least my tongue thought so)! When I was eating her
now WOMANLY pussy, I noticed she'd changed. Leeya now had
the beginning of fuzz on her mons that marked the onset of
growth of pubic hair and had a slightly muskier, heady
smell and taste: she was definitely becoming a woman! There
were subtle changes in her vagina that were also
noticeable. Leeya's pussy lubricated more and I was able to
now fit about four and a half inches inside her. Her
cervical mouth was more sensitive also.
We didn't have anal sex for another two weeks because
she
gloried in having me in her secret place. She now role-
played being made pregnant all the time. Her five-year
dream of having a baby with me was getting stronger and
stronger and it always fueled my passion as I envisioned
her tiny body with a swelled belly. Leeya's lovemaking took
on a different kind of passion now, one that seemed to come
from deep within her that fueled her desire for a child.
Leeya still enjoyed anal sex often but slowly wanted me
more and more in her pussy.
Priya, by far, had always been the most passionate of
the
three, passion that bordered many times on licentiousness.
She was a very accomplished lover that could practically
get me to cum on command. Her body had also changed in the
past three years, Her bulbous, puffy nippled breasts were
now a solid "A" cup, her hips were well defined, her legs
looked even more graceful and her vagina could now take all
but an inch of me.
Priya loved sex and she enjoyed anal as much as she did
vaginal. It took her almost a year, with Monaavi's help, to
deal with her demon, but we never did backslide and play
pee games after the night we made our promises. There were
times though when I thought I could still see the craving
in her eyes and it was hard not to make the gesture.
Monaavi on the other hand, was now on par and in some
ways,
surpassed Priya in the passion department. This woman had
more stamina than three marathon runners and many a night
when she'd finished with me I'd be drained dry and sore.
There are no words to explain the beauty of this woman! I
loved suckling on her baby soft warm breasts and her long
nipples just seemed so delightful. Sometimes, I would just
lie with my head on her soft-pillowed stomach.
Now at twenty-seven, Monaavi was as accomplished as
Priya
at every turn: she would hungrily deep throat me, enjoyed
anal and vaginal equally well and was very dominant many
nights when she just wanted to fuck, and I mean fuck.
I don't know why, maybe she might have had some latent
subconscious desire to participate with Priya and Leeya in
their lesbian encounters, but whenever Priya and Leeya
would make love in our presence, Monaavi would become a
tigress in bed, wanting it as deep as I could give it to her, ass or pussy.
All three of my wives thoroughly loved oral sex and
there
was never a night with any of them that I wasn't required
to give them at least one orgasm orally. On some of our
family nights, I'd have to service all three orally but
then, I got a three-woman blowjob in return. It's really
fun (and sexy) shooting off into three awaiting mouths!
There was also the occasional night when the three would
gang up on me, get me to the point of having blue balls
then leave me hanging. That usually resulted in me
snatching the closest culprit and spewing a gallon into one
of her three holes (when I could catch one of 'em).
About a month and a half after Leeya's crossing the
threshold, Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and the twins had gone
shopping. It was supposed to be one of those all girls day
type of things but Tina said she didn't feel very well and
stayed home.
Tina was upstairs and I was laying on the sofa watching
an
Oriole baseball game on ESPN. I was starting to doze when
all of a sudden,
"SHREEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!"
It scared the shit outta me and I fell off the sofa onto
the floor! Thinking there was a fire or something, I
quickly stood, ran to the kitchen when I heard from
upstairs, "DADDY, HURRY! I'M GONNA DIE!!"
I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could and when I
reached Tina's bedroom door, I was out of breath. I huffed
and puffed out, "Tina? I'm coming IN!"
With that I opened the door and stepped into the room.
Tina
was standing by the bed in just a pair of panties and I
stopped dead in my tracks. I stared in shock at her and she
had puffy nipples: at nine! And hers were bigger than
Leeya's! I turned and quickly started to leave the room
when she screamed, "Don't leave me Daddy, I'm dying!"
I stopped, turned and faced her and she said, "Look
Daddy,
I'm bleeding to death! I'm dying of some horrible disease!"
"Whew!" I sighed as my body relaxed in relief,
"Is THAT all."
"Is that ALL?" she asked dumbfounded, pointing
to her
crotch, "Here I am bleeding to death, I'm dying as we speak
and all you can say, "Is that all?" How could you be so insensitive?"
"You're not gonna die, Baby," I replied with a
sigh,
"You're getting your first period. You've become a young woman now.
"I'm not dying?" she asked in relief,
"What's a period?"
"No, you're not dying," I answered,
"Didn't Priya, Monaavi
or Leeya explain any of this to you?"
"Uh no," she replied.
Rolling my eyes, I looked to heaven and said to myself,
"Great! I must be being punished for something."
"Let me see if I can find you some napkins," I told her,
"Go to the bathroom, take a warm shower and clean yourself.
Just don't stick your fingers inside yourself though. I'll
be back and explain everything to you."
"What do you mean stick my fingers inside
myself?" she
innocently asked, "I don't even wanna TOUCH myself there,
it's so yucky down there."
"Just go take a shower," I requested,
"And I'll be back."
I searched all the bathrooms but all I could find were
tampons. "Damn it!" I remarked in exasperation but I then
realized that all the women in the house who were
menstruating weren't virgins. I sat on the toilet in my
bedroom bathroom, put my head in my hands and wondered,
"With three wives in this house, why does this shit have to
happen to ME? Why me God?"
"Oh well…" I thought. I then sat trying to
formulate what I
was going to say and how. I always thought the women would
handle this talk with my daughters but now I'm faced with
having to tell Tina the facts about puberty, periods and
reproduction. I never in a million years ever expected to
see any of my daughter's nudity once they was able to bathe
themselves. I picked up the box of tampons, a dark towel
and headed to Tina's room.
I knocked on the door but no one answered so I slowly
opened the door. I heard the shower running, stepped into
the bedroom and walked to the bathroom door. I knocked
loudly and I heard through the door, "Come in Daddy, I'm in
the shower."
As I entered, I saw her silhouette through the shower
curtain, came in and sat on the toilet looking down at the
box of tampons as I twirled it in my hands. I then
proceeded to tell Tina all about the facts of reproduction,
the "Monthly Curse," and what was happening to her.
"So I'm a woman now, right?" Tina asked
proudly.
"Figuratively speaking," I answered with
qualifications,
"You're a woman in the sense that you can get pregnant and
have a baby, but you've got a lot of growing up to do first."
"Yeah," she replied, "My boobies are
growing too, did you see?"
"Yes Tina," I said, "I noticed."
"Well," she said, "I've been kinda shy
about them and
didn't let anyone see. I was embarrassed and Leeya has been
talking about hers growing and when she showed me hers, I
didn't wanna say anything 'cause mine are bigger and she's
older than me. You're the first to see my chest."
"Don't worry about Leeya," I comforted,
"What you or her
have in the way of breasts is in God's hands, not yours. It
is what it is Baby, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your
God given body."
"I'm done now Daddy," Tina informed me as she
turned off
the shower, "I'm starting to wrinkle like a prune."
I handed her the dark towel through the curtain and told
her, "Dry yourself off. Just pat dry your vulva."
"Huh? What's a vulva?" she asked.
"The area between your legs that's bleeding
Sweetie," I answered.
I unwrapped the tampon and holding it up in my hand
through
the shower curtain, handed it to her.
"What's this thing?" She asked quizzically.
"It's a tampon," I informed her, "It goes
inside you to
soak up the blood. When it's full, you replace it with a new one."
"Where's it go?" She asked.
"Remember what I said about your vagina," I
reminded her,
"That opening between your legs where the baby comes out?"
"Yeah?" She replied tentatively.
"Put your leg up on the rim of the tub," I
instructed,
"Then open yourself with your fingers and find the opening."
"EEEUUUUUWW! YUCK!" She exclaimed.
"Eeuuuw Daddy, my fingers are getting blood on
'em," she whined.
With hand to forehead and sighing as I shook my head, I
encouraged her by saying, "You can do this Sweetie, you'll
have to do it the rest of your life."
"I found it, Daddy," she informed me.
"OW!" Tina cried out, "It hurts a lot
Daddy! Help me: show
me what to do."
Oops, I forgot about her hymen.
"Come on, Tina honey," I said in desperation,
"Just probe
slowly and delicately, you'll find the opening"
I guess she heard the impatient exasperation in my
voice,
because she started crying as she sat on the ledge of the
tub and said through her tears, "I can't do it Daddy."
Feeling like a real shit bag, I said, "Alright
Baby, wrap
yourself in the towel and step out here."
Tina stepped out of the shower weeping and I enfolded
her
in my arms, reassuring her with endearments, telling her
how sorry I was for being so impatient with her. After
she'd calmed down I had her sit on the toilet. I figured
the best way for her to learn was to first determine if she
could even USE a tampon, thinking that her hymen might have
prevented her from inserting the tampon in the first place.
I had her spread her legs, which she did blushingly with
an
apprehensive giggle and I asked her, "Open your lips for me baby."
Tina reached down with her thumb and forefinger and
pried
open her puffy little lips. She did so, but not wide
enough, so I had her pull herself open some more. I looked
at her vaginal opening and saw a strange sight. Her hymen
was a whitish, crescent-shaped membrane of thin skin that
didn't completely cover her opening, only the bottom third
of it. It appeared that the tampon would fit, so I got up,
got the hand mirror, and showed her what she was confronted with.
I said to her, "Give me your finger."
She obeyed. I took some tissue and wiped away a slight
seepage of blood and dropped it in the bowl. Taking her
finger in hand, I instructed her as I held her finger and
traced her hymen with the pad of her finger, "Now feel this
thin flap of skin?"
"Uh huh." She nodded.
"That's your hymen," I explained, "If you
break this skin,
it'll hurt and you'll bleed a little."
"What's it there for?" She asked.
"I'm not sure," I answered, "But I think
it's there to
protect you from getting anything inside you, like when you
were a baby and went poo in your nappy."
"Oh," she replied, as if that made sense.
"Now," I continued, as I moved her finger,
"Do you feel the
top of your opening, right here?
"Yeah," Tina acknowledged, "I can feel my
finger will go
inside if I push a little harder."
"Good," I encouraged, "Where your finger
would slid in is
where we're gonna put the tampon in, understand?"
"I think so," She replied hesitantly.
I took the tampon, tried to place it in her thumb and
index
fingers but her fingers were too small so I rearranged it
so she held it between thumb and ring finger with her
forefinger on the plunger.
As I held her hand, I guided the tampon to the top of
her
opening and instructed, "Now, what I want you to do is feel
for the top of your opening with the head of the tampon."
Tina gingerly moved the tampon and found the spot. I
then
explained the next step by saying, "Now very gently, start
to push the tampon inside you."
Tina tentatively pushed a little and exclaimed, "Oh
gosh,
it's going inside me!"
"Stay calm," I encouraged, "Now, push the
tampon inside
until your thumb and finger touch your body."
With shaking hands, Tina complied until her digits
touched
her opening and stopped. I sighed and smiled my approval
and she smiled back saying, "I'm scared Daddy."
I kissed her nose and calmed her by saying, "The
hard work
is finished Sweetie, now to finish. Now what I want you to
do is push the plunger in with your forefinger until your
finger touches your thumb and ring finger,"
Tina slowly pushed the plunger in and her mouth made a
big
"O" and gasped as she felt it penetrate her body. When
she'd finished, she gasped in surprise, "God, I can feel it inside
me!"
I smiled and said, "OK now. Last step. Gently pull
the tube
out of you but be careful, don't grab the string."
Tina pulled slowly and steadily and soon she was holding
the plunger in her hand staring at it. "I did it Daddy!"
"You sure did, Baby," I complimented her,
"You did it like
a real woman too!"
My daughter beamed with pride at her Daddy calling her a
woman and threw her arms around me kissing my cheeks.
"I love you Daddy!" Tina effused with emotion,
"At first, I
was shy but I'll never forget this day as long as I live
and I'll always remember how you showed me how to be a
woman with love. I DO love you very, very much Daddy!"
"And I love you Baby," I replied with tears on
my cheeks,
"But remember always Faatina, you'll ALWAYS be my baby
girl- no matter how old you become."
"I'm proud to be your baby girl, Daddy," Tina
replied
softly with a kiss, tears and a smile.
I instructed her to wrap the plunger in tissue and throw
it
in the basket. I took her hand, showed her how to feel for
the string and pull it out when she changed it. I then told
her to wash her hands, get dressed and that one of her
"Mothers" would help her the next time.
Sitting on the couch, I just shook my head and simply
shook
from the tension of the ordeal. Everyone returned noisily
and when Monaavi saw me, I must've been white as a ghost,
because she exclaimed in concern, "What's wrong Sean, you
look like death warmed over!"
Priya and Leeya were now standing with Monaavi, looking
on
in concern and awaiting my answer. I looked up with a sigh
and answered, "Tina and I just put our first tampon in:
Tina got her period."
"She DID?" Priya asked shocked.
"Um hmm," I nodded, "And her breasts are
very noticeably
growing also."
I went on to explain the whole scenario and although
there
were a few chuckles, they were amazed at how well things
had turned out. Poor Leeya, she looked visibly upset about
two things: Tina becoming a woman earlier in life than her
and the fact that Tina's breasts were bigger than hers. She
looked more hurt than jealous, but it affected her nonetheless.
I tracked down the mirror images of trouble as the three
women went upstairs to check on Tina. The three women, or
should I now say four, came down about thirty minutes
later. Tina was blushing every time she looked at me as all
of us sat to talk. Tina remarked, "I still can't believe
that Daddy was between my legs looking at my privates but
now, I'm really glad he was here. Otherwise I'd have died
of fright! I was SO scared, I thought I was bleeding to
death from some horrible disease."
I shook my head and replied, "I STILL can't believe
that
there are three women in this house and not one of you
talked to her about sex, periods or puberty in general and
to top everything off, none of you were home. I mean, what
are the odds that this would've happened when it was just
her and I here alone?"
Priya chuckled and replied, "Whatever the odds, it
doesn't
matter because it happened, didn't it? I don't know why
none of us ever talked to you about sex, Tina. I guess
because you never asked. We've just always looked at you
like our little girl and didn't realize how grown up you really are."
"Daddy says," Tina boasted proudly, "I'm
a woman now."
Monaavi patted her hand and answered, "That's right
Sweetie, you're a young woman now."
"I'm sorry Mamma Leeya," Tina said
apologetically, "That my
boobies are bigger than yours. I never showed anyone
because I was shy about my body, and when I saw that mine
were bigger than one of my mothers', I didn't want to hurt your
feelings."
"That's OK "Tina," Leeya said with a
twinge of sadness,
"I'm happy for you. I always knew you'd grow into a beautiful
woman."
"Now that Daddy has explained things to you," Monaavi said,
"You shouldn't be shy any more. Who knows, maybe you'll
have bigger breasts than mine."
"That's what Daddy said," Tina replied,
"He told me to be
proud of my body because it's given by God."
"I don't understand it." Tina added as she
pondered, "I
mean, Mama Leeya's older than me but she just got her
period and Attiya is almost a half year older than Mama
Leeya but I don't think she's gotten hers yet."
"Every girl is different Tina," Monaavi
answered,
"Everything about our bodies is genetic and out of our
control: when we get our period, how tall we'll get, how
big our boobs or hips will be, it's all human nature and
controlled by our genes."
I called Mom that evening and gave her the news that her
granddaughter was now a young woman. She was very happy, to
say the least, but she too was worried about Leeya. I told
her not to give it too much thought, since there wasn't
anything anyone could do about it.
Mom told me that Abby wanted to retire. She was now
nearing
sixty and George, her husband, was struggling health wise.
He'd already had two heart attacks and heart surgeries and
it was now beginning to take its toll on him.
While Mom was talking, I got an idea. I asked her if she
thought it would be a good idea if Pita and Attiya moved to
America and Pita worked as our maid there. Abby could
retire and Attiya could go to school there.
Mom liked the idea so we decided that I'd broach Pita
with
the idea and take it from there. That night at dinner, I
had Pita sit down and I brought the topic up. At first,
Pita wasn't too keen on it but everyone else thought it was
a great idea.
I told Pita that when Attiya started high school, she
could
attend the Baltimore School for the Performing Arts. It's a
high school that also has a curriculum of music, acting and
subjects related to the performing arts. This way, Attiya
could get a start on her continuing education in music.
After discussing the subject, Pita, although
apprehensive
about the thought of leaving India, soon agreed that it
would be an opportunity of a lifetime for Attiya. After the
discussion, it was agreed that I'd start the ball rolling
on getting Pita a work permit to make things happen.
Little did I know then that the next twelve months would
be
life changing… for all of us.
Continued in Chapter 84…
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