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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 52: Lessons on Love (Mggg, rom, cons, no sex)
I awoke at six-thirty… tired, really tired. My little
honey-colored nympho was still sleeping soundly on my
chest, my hands still holding her dainty derriere. I gave
her a playful, light slap on her right butt cheek and said,
"Wake up munchkin, time to get up."
'Leeya made an incompliant moan and mumbled in her
sleep,
"No, I wanna sleep…" snort.
Playfully slapping her left cheek I replied, "No,
it's time
to get up."
With a sigh of resignation, she opened her eyes and
said,
"Boy I'm STILL 'gasmed out!"
With a chuckle I said, "Yeah, me too, but we gotta
get up."
"OK," she replied, "Today is Emma's day.
She'll probably be
all over you the entire day."
"Well," I said, "She doesn't have the
means yet to satisfy
her urges."
"Yeah," Emma said, "But she's really
horny for you! Did you
see the way she looked at me last night? I don't know why
she's jealous, doesn't she realize that I had to say yes
for her to marry you?"
"I think Emma is very needy right now and is
thinking of
herself; she'll come around." I replied, "I saw the looks.
Just try to be a little understanding and don't tease her
about it OK?"
Sighing, 'Leeya scooted off of me and sat up saying,
"Oh
alright. I'll try not to be a little - what'd you call me,
oh yeah - snot."
Pulling her back on top of me and swatting her butt I
replied, "That's the spirit! Now get up."
Giggling, Aleeya jumped off the bed and ran to the
bathroom. Just then, Priya and Emma knocked on the door.
Feeling lazy, I barked out "Hey, number two wife, see who's
at the door!"
She retorted, "Number two wife is going number two,
so get
it yourself!"
With a lazy grunt and a chuckle, I hauled myself out of
bed
and putting on my boxers, opened the door. Both girls
sauntered in and went immediately to the bed and sat.
Looking around Priya asked, "Where's the little tart?"
Pointing to the closed bathroom door I replied,
"Number two
is going number two."
Both girls giggled at my response. I lazily laid back
down
on my back with my hands behind my head when Emma jumped on
top of me and laid a serious lip lock on me. It was a
passionate closed mouth kiss, and like Aleeya on our
wedding night, she held her breath as she kissed. She
released me with a gasp and a coy smile.
"Guess what?" Emma asked.
Playing dumb I responded, "Don't have a clue."
"Oh silly," she giggled, "It's MY day
today!"
Teasing her, I got out of bed and looked at my desk
calendar and beckoned her over and asked, "Tell me Emma,
where does it say "Emma's Day" on this calendar, huh?"
With mock anger, she stomped her foot and slapped my
shoulder and replied, "Stop teasing me, this is my first
day to be treated like a wife and have my day with you."
I chided, "Oh, THAT Emma's day."
Having showered the night before, I asked Priya,
"We
showered last night, how about you two?"
Nodding, Priya replied, "We did too. As soon as
little Miss
Honey Pot gets finished, I guess we can start prayers."
Just then we heard the toilet flush and a few moments
later
Aleeya opened the bathroom door and came bouncing back to
the bed. She hopped on the bed with a bounce and looked at
the three of us with a smile.
Emma looked at her and said, "You're naked, did you
two 'do
it' last might?"
'Leeya, (I guess) didn't like her blatant comment and
deciding to taunt her a little replied, "We always sleep
naked. And yes, I had lots and lots of 'gasms last night,"
and sticking out her tongue finished with, "So there!"
Priya cut in with, "Alright you two, cut it
out!"
Turning to Emma, Priya said, "Look Emma, if you are
curious
about what she did last night, there's a right way and a
wrong way to ask. I know you're feeling edgy right now, but
that doesn't mean you can be blatantly rude, understand?
Emma realized that she had let her jealousy get the better
of her, lowered her head and said apologetically, "I'm
sorry 'Leeya for being rude."
Aleeya replied empathetically, "That's OK Emma, I
understand, but soon you can have your nights with Sean. It
won't be long."
Not wanting to waste any more time on this, I butted in
with, "Ok, I've got to get going, so let's finish prayers
or no one is going to India."
We said prayers, then went downstairs and ate breakfast.
I
double-checked to make sure I had everything and was about
to head out the door when Emma grabbed my hand and looked
up at me silently with a smile and quipped, "I'm ready,
let's go!"
Priya, deciding to distract Aleeya, said, "Come on
sister,
let's go ride horseys!"
Aleeya liked the idea and replied, "Oh goody! Let's
go!"
We four left the house together: Emma and I to the car
and
Priya and Aleeya marching to the barn. Once in the car, I
loaded all the info into the GPS and studied the readout
once we were on the road. When I was sure of my first turn
I put my hand on the gearshift. Emma glanced over, took my
hand and put it in her lap.
I glanced over at her and chided, "I don't think
that's a
good place for my hand right mow, everyone's trusting that
we do the right thing. Are your feelings THAT strong that
you need this kind of contact?"
She moved my hand to her thigh and held it and she
looked
at me with longing and replied, "Oh yes Sean, Since I can't
play with myself, I just dream of being with you and I get
so frustrated because I can't do anything about it. I want
to be your wife and be with you so much, I can't stand it!"
Remembering that Priya had allowed one encounter with
'Leeya before we were married, I replied, "Have you talked
to Priya about it? You know if she catches you cheating,
she'll punish you severely. Talk to her, tell her how you
feel."
Giving her hand a loving squeeze, I continued,
"You'd
better learn now that Priya will be two persons to you when
we get married: she'll not only be number one wife and
sister to you, she'll also be like your mother. She
understands better than I do how girls feel in a multiple
marriage and is really the leader in the family."
Letting go of her hand, I gave her thigh a loving pat
and
said, "Besides, you're not very good at hiding your
frustrations and everyone already knows how you feel.
What's important in our relationship is to communicate and
be open about things: just like you were curious about
'Leeya this morning. The more open we all are about things,
the less friction and jealousy. Jealousy destroys
relationships, so it's important to be open and not hide
things. In order for this kind of family to work, we all
have to give up some privacy; both about what we do and
also about how we feel. There's a fine line between what we
keep private and what we share, do you understand?"
Emma looked up with a look that said she didn't fully
understand, so I said, "Look. This is a test for you. Right
now you seem to be very needy: needy for affection, love
and security. What you may not realize is that there are
other ways to get a lot of what you need without having
sex. With our enlarged family, you have two girls who are
in the same position you'll soon be in. They can be a big
help and support. Don't look at 'Leeya as a five year-old
kid who's younger than you and doesn't understand."
Glancing over to look her in the eye, I went on,
"Yes,
Aleeya is very young, but she's been married and a wife for
several months and has a very direct, simple way of
approaching her life. She can help you more than you
think."
"Shit!" I blurted out, "I missed the
exit. Darn! I gotta
turn around."
After getting back on track, I said, "As I was
saying,
Aleeya has broken down things to the simplest approach. She
doesn't analyze too much about things. She simply has a
confidence in her heart about what she wants, what's
expected of her and what she needs to give each of us in
this relationship. Talk to her, you'll be surprised."
Looking at the GPS, I was about two blocks away from my
next turn so I told Emma, "Wait a minute until I make this
turn."
After turning onto Fourteenth St, NW, I began again
with,
"Something else you need to realize, and it's about sex.
Becoming obsessive about sex isn't a healthy thing. You can
get love and affection from all three of us because we care
enough about you to want you in our family. None of us
wants to see you unhappy and we'll do anything for you."
Turning right onto Columbia Road, I continued with,
"You
need to put things in perspective. The average married
couple has sex about two to four times a week. When we
marry, we'll have two nights week to share together. You
need to decide if this is enough for you. If not, then
maybe this isn't the right thing to do. Your sisters won't
be very understanding about this for very long because they
want to spend time with me as much as you do."
Turning right onto Massachusetts Avenue, I wanted to
finish
so I said to her, "It's not very healthy to think that sex
is the only way to get the things you need like love,
affection and security."
Luckily, I found a small parking lot about two blocks
from
the embassy, pulled in and parked. Emma was quiet as we
walked into the embassy and through security. I took a
number and we sat off in the corner to talk while waiting
for my number to be called.
Sitting off to the side, I picked up where I left of by
saying, "What you need to understand is that what makes sex
so special and wonderful for people are the things they do
together OUTSIDE the bedroom. If I'm mean and nasty to you
all day, you certainly won't want to make love when we go
to bed."
I wanted Emma to REALLY understand what I was saying, so
I
touched her arm and looking directly into her eyes said,
"Let me tell you something. The greatest sex organ we have
is our brain. Sex is 90% mental and 10% physical. What you
feel between your legs can be greatly enhanced by what you
think about the relationship you're in. If it's loving, sex
will be great. If it's not, neither will be the sex.'
Letting up a little, I explained, "Mom and others
tease me
because I can have sex six out of seven nights a week with
different girls, but it's not that simple. Sure. I'm not
gonna lie and say I don't like it, because I do. What you
need to understand is that each of you is a uniquely
different and individual person. It's a lot of work - A
LOT, to treat each girl in a very special and unique way,
giving each of you what you want and need most from me."
Leaning over to whisper, I continued, "Each of you
has
different likes and dislikes, different ways you like to be
made love to and it's my job to give each of you what you
need to be happy. So far, I've been able to make Priya and
'Leeya feel special and I hope I can make you feel special
too. Aleeya told me something that was the greatest
compliment I could have ever received. She said, "I may
have to share you, but to me, you're all mine." Do you see?
She values what we have and thinks it's so special that
it's like only the two of us are married."
Just then, my number was called. After ten minutes of
telling the girl what I wanted, her checking the
applications and me paying the fees, the teller told me I
could pick up everything any time tomorrow. Thanking her,
Emma and I left and headed to the parking lot.
Once in the car, I started it up for the air
conditioning
and turned to Emma to continue talking. I said, "I don't
mean to be blunt, but I will to make a point. If you think
the only way for a husband and wife to express their love
is by fucking, then your idea of love is screwed up. All
the other things in life that we share are what make the
fucking great. That goes for all four of us. When you get
married to me, you're also marrying two other people. They
are as much a part of our marriage as you are of theirs."
I turned in my seat to head home and finished up by
saying,
"You've been quiet during this whole conversation, which is
fine. But remember this, and I told 'Leeya this yesterday.
There shouldn't be any secrets between us and I'm smart,
but I'm not a mind reader. If you don't tell me what YOU
want, what YOU need, what YOU think and feel, then I will
never be able to make you happy."
Once on the road, I patted her thigh and she looked up
at
me with a contemplative look. I said to her, "I have to
tell you, little Miss Hot Pants, Priya may understand
better than Aleeya, but neither of them had any real
knowledge of sex or had ever done anything sexual before
their wedding night: and that includes playing with
themselves. The Koran forbids it for both men and women.
They, especially Aleeya, may have a problem understanding
why your urges are so powerful. Like I said, talk to Priya
and tell her exactly what you're feeling. I have a feeling
she'll help you find a solution, OK?'
Clasping my hand, Emma asked, "Do you think so? I
mean,
really? I thought that she's just looking to catch me in a
mistake and punish me."
"There you go," I replied, "You're not
seeing the rest of
your future marriage partners as people who are just as
interested in making you happy as I am. One of Priya's
duties is to ensure fairness and harmony in the family. She
needs to be fair, and sometimes that means being strict,
but it's also her duty to make sure your needs are met,
just like hers or Aleeya's, understand?"
Emma nodded and replied, "I never thought of it
that way.
I'll think about what you've said. You've told me some
things I never considered, especially the part about
marrying Priya and 'Leeya when I marry you. I think I can
understand why you guys call it your family, it's because
you're all married to each other and love each other like a
husband or wife, right?"
Nodding my affirmation I said, "Exactly! You'll
learn that
we depend upon each other for our happiness: not on just
one person. In a way, it's better than a regular marriage
in that there are more people loving you in a very special
married way to make us all happy. I think you're getting
the idea- I'm proud of you!"
Stopping at a light, I leaned over and gave her a short
tender kiss. Emma blushed and looking down, she whispered
as she touched her lips, "That's my second kiss as your
fiancé."
With a chuckle, I replied, "And there'll be many
more over
the years, Sweetheart."
The light changed and I drove on. Emma was quiet for the
remainder of the trip home, content to hold my hand and
twirl my Princeton school ring on my finger.
We arrived home to find the girls hadn't returned from
riding horseys, Abby was busy preparing dinner and Mom was
lounging in the family room watching Oprah. Emma said she
was going to lay down, which surprised me. I thought she'd
be in my lap in a New York second when we got home. I said
OK as she walked upstairs, then I went to fill Mom in on
our discussion.
I gave Mom a detailed account of what I'd said and she
shook her head and asked, "Do you think she'll be OK?"
Shrugging, I replied, "I think it's a crap shoot.
She's
getting an idea of what it's REALLY like to be in a
polygamist marriage, but she's hurting right now. She
really wants some intimacy and I'm not so sure she can hold
out. I told her to talk honestly with Priya about it, so I
guess we'll just have to wait and see what she does."
Pointing upstairs, I said, "I hope she's not going
upstairs
to get herself off, I thought she'd be in my lap as soon as
we got through the door. Instead, she said she was going to
lie down! Go figure."
Mom started to rise and replied, "I'd better check
on her.
I don't want her being her own worst enemy. If she IS
breaking her word, she might fall apart at being punished
for it."
Mom went upstairs to check on Emma so I went to the
kitchen
for some ice tea and to chat with Abby. Abby and I were
talking about the trip to the embassy when Mom came back
downstairs. I gave her a questioning look and asked,
"Well?"
Mom shrugged and replied, "She was really just
laying down.
She said she was just thinking about the things you'd said
to her and was trying to rethink things."
Smiling, I extolled, "Good for her! I was hoping I
got
through to her. Now, let's see if the seed germinates."
Abby slapped my arm and retorted, "You super
college kid,
nobody talks like that, why can't you just say, "well see
if she understands?" Gosh, you make it sound like you're
cultivating a plant!"
Musingly I said, "In a way we are. She's like a
flower that
needs proper water, soil and sunshine to help her bloom. We
don't want to see her about to bloom and then die on the
vine, do we?"
No," Abby admitted, "I guess you're right, we
don't."
From the table, Mom chided, "OK, enough about
horticulture,
especially when Johnnie Appleseed here is going around
germinating little girls- or should I say sperminating?"
"Funny Mom, I replied with a smirk, "Very
funny."
She was on a roll and quipped back, "Hey, I call
'em as I
see 'em. By the way, I could tell this morning you took
care of Aleeya's 'odor' problem."
"Boy," I replied shaking my head, "You
never let up, do
you?"
With a smile Mom said, "Well, you guys thought it
was
pretty cute when Aleeya had me on the ropes last night
didn't you?"
With chuckling remembrance I nodded and replied,
"Yeah,
well, out of the mouths of babes…"
What's that about power and the last word in an
exchange?
Mom was gonna be sure she spoke last and retorted with,
"Shut up, you toe sucking pussy."
Pretending to pull her dagger out of my chest, I
replied,
"Ouch! That hurt, Ma."
Not letting up, she quipped, "If the shoe fits,
wear it.
But with you, it seems three sizes are a perfect fit."
Looking at Abby, I said, "Boy, she never quits does
she?"
Mom shot back with, "That's OK, I think you've met
your
match because that blonde haired little vixen upstairs will
probably fuck your brains out when she gets half the
chance!"
Vanquished, I admitted defeat and said, "OK Mom,
Ok. You
win, I'll shut up."
Taking no prisoners Mom finished with, "I told you,
you
were a toe sucking pussy."
Not knowing how to end this, I conceded, "OK Mom,
you've
driven the last nail in the coffin."
Making sure she had the last word she replied,
"Yeah and
I'm still holding the hammer with another nail in hand."
Even a man of average IQ knows when it time to shut up,
so
that's what I did. I just looked at her and silently drank
my tea as she gave me a coy smile of victory.
Saved by the girls!
Just then, Priya and Aleeya came through the door
giggling.
After catching her breath, Priya asked, "Everything go all
right? Where's Emma?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I'll pick up the
passports tomorrow,
but I have to talk to you about a discussion I had with
Emma. Right now, she's upstairs laying down."
"Oh yeah?" She asked as she looked at me, then
at Mom.
Mom nodded and said, "I think you should talk to
her after
you and Sean talk."
Mom said to Aleeya, "Come on munchkin, let's go get
cleaned
up for dinner and check on Emma."
I gave Priya the complete rundown on Emma putting my
hand
in her lap, what I said to her and what little she'd
replied. I also mentioned to her what she'd done for Aleeya
before we were married and asked her if she thought that
something like that might help Emma. She asked me, "What do
you think?"
I shrugged and said, "I think she'll end up getting
caught
and will be devastated when she has to pay the piper."
"I'll have to think about it," she said,
"But first, I want
to talk to Emma and bounce it off Mom before I give you or
her an answer, OK?"
"Sounds fair to me," I replied, "I think
if we give in a
little like we did with 'Leeya, she'll hopefully see that
we are truly on her side and considering her feelings."
"You may be right," Priya agreed, "But I
still want to talk
to Emma and Mom first. I'm gonna go upstairs and talk to
her now."
Nodding, I went back to my tea as Priya headed upstairs.
Abby and I talked about it and Abby seemed to think that
giving Emma some "controlled" intimacy with one or more
orgasms would go a long way in us encouraging her to become
more empathetic herself and not concentrate so much on sex.
About twenty minutes later, all the girls and Mom came
down
for dinner. Priya and Mom had serious looks on their faces
and Emma looked like she'd been crying. Aleeya looked a
little confused, and probably feeling left out of the
discussion. Mom asked Abby how long before dinner and Abby
said it would be ready in about twenty minutes.
Mom said to Aleeya, "Come on 'Leeya let's take a
walk with
Priya."
Aleeya was now happy to be included and jumped up with a
smile and replied, "OK, let's go!"
Once they were out the door, Emma came over and sat on
my
lap. She put her head in the nape of my neck and I felt the
wetness of her silent tears against my skin. Leaning my
cheek against hers I asked, "What's the matter Baby, why
are you crying. Did you talk to Priya like I asked you to?"
Emma nodded yes and whispered, "I love you soooo
much Sean,
it burns like fire deep inside me. What am I gonna do?"
I said sympathetically, "I know Sweetie, but you
have to be
grown up about this. Getting married means you have to grow
up and approach things, even private things, in a grown up
way. I know it's hard for you, and so does Priya, Aleeya
and Auntie. Be patient a little longer."
I pulled her away from me, looked into her eyes and
encouraged her with, "The three girls are talking about it
now. If they can find a way to help you, they will."
She implored, "But why did 'Leeya go with them, she
doesn't
make any decisions."
I guessed some of what I said didn't sink in so I said
firmly to her, "Oh, but that's where you're wrong! Remember
I told you you'd be marrying Priya AND Aleeya? (She nodded)
Well, she has a say in the decision too, just like you will
when we get married. I told you earlier that Aleeya may be
five, but she's more a wife than you are, and I'm not just
talking about a wedding. She's a married girl with marriage
experience and can, and is, entitled to voice her opinions.
What you and I do also affects her as much as it does
Priya."
Seeing the truth in my words, Emma nodded said,
"Yeah,
you're right. I keep forgetting that, even though she's
younger, she's smarter than me when it comes to marriage."
Then she started weeping again and cried, "But I wanna be
with you so much it hurts!"
I enfolded her in my arms and just let her cry herself
out.
I rubbed her back and cooed reassuring endearments in her
ear to make her feel better and she slowly started to
respond. About ten minutes later, the girls returned from
their walk.
The each took a seat and it appeared that they had
decided
to let Mom begin. She looked down silently at the table,
then asked Abby for some water. After receiving the bottle
of water, Mom took a sip and began.
Starting with a sigh, Mom took Emma's hand in hers and
said, "Emma, look at me."
Emma sat up, wiped her eyes and looked at Mom. Mom said,
"Priya, Aleeya and I have discussed your overwhelming
feelings to share something intimate with Sean. I'll let
them speak their own opinions, but I'll give you mine
first."
Sitting upright Mom continued, "I agreed with Priya
and
Aleeya to allow you and Sean some "semi" intimate time
together. By semi, I mean that your sisters will be
present, there'll be no nudity and more importantly, no
penetration of any kind. If you're gonna marry at eight
years old, you're damn well gonna be a virgin bride.
Understand?"
Mom abruptly added, "Oh and another thing. I don't
wanna
know what goes on between you three, but I'm trusting Priya
to make sure my wishes are carried out."
Emma couldn't believe her ears! She covered her face
with
her hands and cried. We all shrugged as if to say, 'I don't
know what's wrong.' Emma got herself under control and
said, "Sean, you WERE right, they really DO care about me!"
Everyone gave a sigh of relief that she was crying tears
of
joy. Priya rubbed her back and said, "Emma, look at me."
Emma turned around to face Priya and Priya began to
speak,
saying, "Aleeya and I have agreed to let you share some
intimacy with Sean, but we will be present. The reason for
this is because, as you know, sexual feelings can be very
intense and we don't want things getting out of control."
Priya sat back and continued, "In order to give you
some of
what YOU want, you have to give Auntie, and your sisters
some of what THEY want. What we want is to make sure that
your virginity remains intact. Aleeya and I, along with
Auntie believe that for your wedding night to be a night of
discovery for both you and Sean, that neither of you should
see each other naked until then. Since Auntie doesn't want
to know any details, we'll discuss that tonight."
Taking a sip of my tea, Priya laid down the ground rules
by
saying, "You and Sean can share some intimate contact on
any one of your nights that you choose, and on Fridays when
we're all together anyway. That'll give you two nights a
week, just like Aleeya and I. On the night that will be
yours and Sean's once you're married, it will be like
another family night with all three of us together, do you
understand?"
Wiping away her tears with a smile, Emma replied,
"Oh thank
you Priya! Thank you so much!"
Priya looked at her seriously and added, "I'm not
the one
you should be thanking. It was Aleeya that convinced Auntie
and I to do this for you and she even formulated the plan."
Driving my earlier point home, I tapped Emma on the
shoulder and said pointedly to her, "See, I told you
Aleeya's smarter than you think."
Emma turned to Aleeya and said, "Sister, how can I
ever
thank you? How did you know how much this means to me?"
Aleeya had tears running down her honey colored cheeks
and
replied with a soft smile, "Because I remember how much
pain I was in when I wanted to be Sean's wife, just like
you, and how much I needed to be with him. Priya gave me
one time with Sean and her to be like a wife and it made me
even closer to them. I want you to be as close to us as you
are to Sean; then we'll really be sisters. If I'm gonna
share our husband with you, I want you to love us as much
as you do Sean. Then we can all share the same love with
each other."
There wasn't a dry eye among us: even Abby was blubbering
at the sink. Mom smiled at Aleeya and said, "I couldn't
have said it any better Sweetie."
Mom wiped her face and finished the topic with,
"I'll tell
Poppy what's going on, but don't openly mention it, OK Emma?"
"I understand Auntie," she replied.
Aleeya, proving her salt, added, "Remember Emma,
when any
of us feels pain, the others feel it too. Don't ever be
jealous of me again. I'm giving up one night a week to you
and opening my heart to you. I did what I did for you to
prove my love. We will all be a family. Family comes first.
You and I both know what its like to lose someone we love.
My mother beat me, but she was still my mother and I loved
her."
Leeya was now crying as she continued, "Don't push
us away.
If you can't trust us enough to come to us for help, then
you don't belong. There will come a time when I need you to
help me and I hope you'll be there when I do."
Emma jumped up and ran to her sister and embraced her as
they cried together. Emma giggled through her tears as she
asked, "How did you get so smart?"
Aleeya giggled back through her tears and replied,
"Priya,
Sean and Auntie. When you have people who can teach you by
showing you what real love is, you know in your heart
what's right. The one most important thing I learned about
true love is… love never hurts- it heals."
What more could anyone add?
We closed the discussion with a unanimous
"Amen!"
Dad arrived, just in time for dinner, as Abby was
setting
the food on the table. Dad asked, and I told him about the
visa status. Emma was sitting next to me, now with a
cheese-eating grin on her face as she ate. Everyone seemed
amused that Emma was now happy to finally get a chance to
scratch her itch. Dad was oblivious to the yet untold events.
Dinner finished peacefully and was more relaxed than it
had
been in days. After helping clean up the table and load the
dishes in the dishwasher, we headed upstairs for prayers.
When evening prayers were finished, we four sat on the
bed
for our private conversation. Emma wanted to be completely
sure she understood the terms so she asked openly, "When
you said I could choose one of my nights, does that mean it
could be tonight?"
When it comes to these kinds of details, I'm just the to
sucking pussy: the girls work it out amongst themselves.
Emma looked at me for the answer and I put up my hands and
said, "Whoa, I do what I'm told. This is their show, ask them."
She looked at Priya and Aleeya and they both nodded yes.
Emma and I must have had one of those Meeting of the
minds"
sort of things, because I was trying to picture what was
actually to be permitted when Emma asked inquired, "How can
we do intimate stuff with our clothes on?"
Priya answered, "You can wear a nightshirt and panties
and
Sean will wear his boxers. He can touch you through your
clothes and you can do the same, but no direct skin-to-skin
contact. Understood?"
Looking up with a contemplative look, Emma said,
"Oh, I get
it… I think."
I replied, "I get the picture now."
'Leeya giggled out, "Emmy, as horny as you are,
even if he
touches you through your panties, you'll blast off like a
rocket to Mars!"
We all had to laugh at that!
After the laughter died down, Emma asked Aleeya,
"What'd
you call me?"
"Emmy," Aleeya giggled, "I like it better
than "MMM- AAHH"-
it sounds more, I don't know, more like the way everyone
sometimes calls me 'Leeya. I like it."
Nodding, everyone agreed that Emmy sounded more
endearing
than Emma, so we decided to start calling her Emmy.
Emmy was hot to trot and began to pull her shirt up when
Priya snorted, "Whoa! What are you doing?"
"Getting ready," Emmy replied nonchalantly,
"I thought you
said we could do it tonight."
"Jeez!" 'Leeya said shaking her head,
"Don't you know anything?"
"What?" Emmy asked.
Priya explained, "First we go to your room and get
you
dressed. You're not a little tart… yet. You need to get
ready for the big event. You know, brush your hair…"
"And your teeth," 'Leeya whispered.
"Put on a nice nightshirt," Priya continued,
"And maybe
some sexy panties: but no thong-type. Then you can come to
your lover and when we return, you'll be in for a BIG surprise!"
My two wives giggled with hand-covered mouths, then Emmy
finally got it, and with a nice pink blush, covered her
face and giggled too. I figured I'd be hard as a rock in
anticipation when they arrived and with THAT thought, I
just gave a devilish grin.
Standing, Priya took Emmy's hand and said coyly,
"OK
sister, lets go get ready for lover boy, you ready?"
Emmy blushed and with a shy smile nodded, took Priya's
hand
and stood to leave. 'Leeya the bubbly little snot she is
quipped, "Oh goody! I get to watch Emmy get some 'gasms!"
Emmy looked quizzically at her and asked, "Get some
what?"
"Holy smokes!" 'Leeya chided, "Don't you
know anything?
'Gasms! You know, when you blast off?"
With an understanding smile, Emmy replied, "Yeah
'gasms,
How many can I have?"
Priya rolled her eyes as she shook her head and quipped,
"She'll fit right in! Another underage nympho! Come on
girl, let's get ready"
I lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head and
thought to myself, "Lord, does life get any better than
this?"
I got up, went to the bathroom and performed my own
little
"get ready" ritual, brushing my teeth, combing my hair and
after undressing, putting on a clean pair of boxers.
While I was pulling up my change of underwear, I thought
it
strange to be doing this because, in all probability, I'd
end up dropping at least one load into them. Oh well, the
things we do for love (or is it lust?)
I pulled back the duvet, climbed in and waited for my
harem
to arrive.
I waited.
I waited some more.
I looked at the clock… they've been gone thirty minutes,
what'd they do, go out and buy her new clothes? Naw, none
of them are old enough to drive.
Hmmmm, maybe she's had second thoughts… naw, she's a
stick
of dynamite on a short fuse!
A Brazilian wax? Naw, she doesn't have hair yet… does
she?
Getting a pedicure and manicure? Naw, she's not thinking
of
her nails about now… is she?
All this brainstorming wasn't having the desired effect
on
the equipment, I noticed.
I laughed to myself when I thought, "Isn't making
love with
your clothes on like trying to get pregnant and using a
condom? Hell, wearing clothes is like being INSIDE a
condom."
I took a drink of water and waited some more. Looking at
the clock, damn! Forty-five minutes, what the hell are they
doing?
Maybe they took her to the doctors for birth control
pills.
Naw, I forgot: gotta wear clothes. Besides, she can't get
pregnant yet… or can she?
THAT thought really didn't sit well with my GI Joe.
Wait!
What was that?
Did I hear something? There it is again. You asshole,
someone's knocking on the damn door you idiot!
Ahem.
With my ever-in-control presence and nerves of steel,
with
confidence I said, "Come in."
The knob turned slowly and I watched with great
anticipation as the door began to slowly open when, "Hi
Sean, it's me," as 'Leeya's voice preceded her head peeking
around the door.
With a giggle she came skipping to the bed and jumped on
the bed, landing with a bounce and said, "Boy are you gonna
be suuu-prised!"
As the door widened, I saw a chocolate colored hand then
Priya stepped inside, walked to the bed and sat beside be.
Trying to be "cute", I asked her, "Are
there any more
family members invited, like Mom or Dad?"
Priya smacked me on the arm and scolded me saying,
"No, the
only one left to make an entrance is your birthday gift."
Taking a line from 'Leeya, I rubbed my hands together
quickly and replied with anticipatory glee, "Oh goody! I
like birthdays!"
Suddenly, the bedroom door started to ever so lowly
open.
Priya said, "Close your eyes."
Covering my eyes with her hands, Priya said, "OK,
come in
Emmy."
After she entered, and closed the door, I heard the
click
of the lock, then there was silence.
Priya took her hands away from my eyes and whispered,
"Here's your present, darling."
I opened my eyes and…
Continued in Chapter 53…
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