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Child Brides of India
By: C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 84: Priya's Making Bread (MFfg, rom, cons)
Well, after Priya's and my week of taking a refresher
course in biology, reproduction and gene pools, all we
could do now was wait. The hard part about that week was
that Priya had traded her first day for the following
Monday with Monaavi and she was hornier than a cottontail
rabbit in heat: she literally fucked my brains out!
That woman's endurance was incredible! Any man (if he's
honest) would admit that no matter how horny a guy is, no
matter blue his balls get or how much he'd like to fuck
some woman senseless, he's no match for a multi-orgasmic
woman that needs to be fucked! Mouth, finger, dick or all
three: it doesn't matter- you'd better get the job done or
you'll never get any rest until that itch of hers is
scratched! And after ten days, the tiny minx probably won't
go any easier on me. At least with Leeya, there's not that
much ground to cover and her endurance isn't what Priya or
Monaavi's is.
I really shouldn't say that. Leeya is such a sweet and
tender lover, even when she's worked up, making love to her
is like taking in a huge breath of air after a morning rain.
Boy! There MUST be something in this well water!
Priya needed the time off anyway, her poor cervix was
raw
and she walked kinda funny for a few days, but what the
hell, we gave it the 'ole college try!
It was now mid August and we figured we'd know for sure
pretty soon if Priya would be starting at Hopkins carrying
some "extra credits."
The strange thing about our unique family dynamic was
Tina.
Although only a year and a half younger than Leeya, she
accepted the fact that Leeya was my wife and one of her mothers.
We were all talking after dinner one evening and Mom
asked
Tina, "How do you feel about Leeya being Sean's wife?"
"I'm happy she's one of my mothers," she
replied, shrugging
her shoulders, "It sounds strange but I've grown up knowing
Leeya was one of Daddy's wives even though she's not much
older than me. I love Leeya like a mother and she's always
taken care of me and loved me: that's all I need to know."
Looking down and twirling her fingers, she continued,
"I'm
a little girl and I couldn't be like or act like or love
like Leeya does. She's about my age, but to me she's a tiny
woman: not a young girl like me. Does that make any sense?"
"Makes perfect sense Sweetie," Mom replied
with a smile.
Monaavi, sitting next to her gave her a loving squeeze.
The following week, Priya and I went to the Hopkins
campus,
purchased her books and got her schedule. After we finished
the necessities, we strolled around the campus and Priya
was amazed to see so many different nationalities
represented in the students. I told her that this is a
world-renowned college and people from all over the word
attend here.
After walking for about twenty minutes, we saw a young
woman, maybe in her twenties, carrying some books in her
arms while resting them on her obviously pregnant belly.
Priya giggled and said, "See? That's what I'll look
like
before the school year is out."
We stopped and I began to count, "Well, if you ARE
pregnant, you got pregnant in August so… September,
October, November… that means that by May of next year
you'll look like a walking beach ball as small as YOU are!
I'll have to hire a servant to wheel you around in a wheelbarrow."
"Yeah, I know," Priya teased as she thrust her
chin out
with a grin, "Don't you just love it! But will you still
love me when I'm fat and ready to pop?"
I grinned and replied, "As long as I'm the one
doing the popping."
"Letch," she retorted.
"Pregnant harlot," I quipped back.
"Thank you very much!" she quipped cutely as
she curtseyed.
"Besides, I'm not so sure," Priya added
thinking, "I think
they calculate your due date from your last period, not
when you actually got pregnant."
"Hell, if that's the case," I teased, "I
haven't even had
my first period yet."
Slapping my arm Priya said mockingly, "'You' or
'your' is
second person subjective dimwit, it means a person being
spoken about, specifically me."
"Excuuuuz me!" I answered, "Didn't know
you were an English
major."
"I'm not," Priya corrected, "But people
like me that learn
English seem to know a lot more about grammar than you
"Amur-i-cuns" that butcher the Queen's English."
"Funny," I joked, "Never knew America
ever HAD a queen."
Shaking her head she gave up saying, "You're
hopeless!"
Wrapping her arm in mine and pulling me close Priya
asked,
"Hey, why don't we stop and get a couple of those EPT
things. It's been 12 days, maybe we'll find out if there's
a little brown urchin in your future?"
"Ok," I agreed, "But if it comes out
green, I'll divorce
you for adultery."
"Oh it'll be brown alright," Priya confirmed
as she looked
at me out of the corner of her eye with a smile, "Just how
brown remains to be seen."
"Look," I said pointing, "There's an
on-campus drug store,
let's go get a brown baby checker, think they've got any in
stock?"
"Look smart ass," Priya scolded sarcastically,
"If you
wanna get technical about it, it's really a zygote checker."
"Eeuuw!" I teased back, "My baby's name
with be Zygotey Michaels!"
"Kiss my ass!" She shot back.
"How's it feel to want?" I asked teasingly.
"Good enough to get!" She retorted as she
turned thrusting
out her butt with a terse look.
I knew she was smarter than me but she had me stumped
and I
asked nonchalantly, "By the way, what's a zygote?"
"A newly fertilized egg," Priya informed me,
"There. Suck
on THAT for a while."
Now she had tears on her cheeks and pouting as we
walked. I
took her arm, stopped and turned her to face me asking,
"What's wrong Baby? I was only joking."
"It just that you're making fun of me," Priya
sobbed as she
put her head to my chest, "This is so very important to me
and you just joke about it like having kittens or something."
Holding her close as I stroked her back I tried to
encourage her with, "Well, if you're getting upset about a
little joking, you gotta be pregnant. Only a pregnant woman
would have such weird hormonal swings as your having now."
Priya brightened up, sniffled and asked in anticipation,
"Really? You really think so?"
"Naw," I answered (couldn't help but tease
once more),
"Probably the well water, but let's go get a zygote checker
to be sure."
Priya laughed as she hit my chest and chided, "No,
let's go
get a brown baby checker."
"Done!" I ended the verbal foray.
We went into the drugstore and bought five of them there
brown baby zygote checkers. With Priya now happy as a lark,
we walked to the car to go home. On the ride home, Priya
opened one of them and examined it as she turned it in her
hand. I said to her, "Don't pee in the car Sweetie, wait
'til morning remember?"
Pulling her shorts leg to one side, Priya exposed her
brown
smooth pussy and challenged, "Why not?"
"I don't want any of them baby zygotes floating
around in
the foot well," I answered logically.
"Besides," I added, "With you flashing
your pregnant pussy
at me, I'll have to pull over and rape you for good measure."
Priya audibly sucked in some air and moaned,
"Ooooh, hurt
me Daddy, hurt me!"
That did it! I pulled off route thirty-two into
someone's
driveway behind some hedges (I don't know who's) and ate
her pussy right there in the car with her bald clam draped
over the console.
I sat up smacking my lips and said, "You sure taste
pregnant to me!"
Pulling her shorts up and adjusting her veil with a deep
chocolate blush, Priya said, "My God! That was so wicked:
right here in broad daylight!"
"Well," I advised, "Don't go flashing
that chocolate morsel
or you might get worse than that! I coulda thrown you in
the back seat and fucked your chocolate poopy!"
Excited by the quickie, she smiled and said coyly, "Promises,
promises."
"Down girl," I chided, "It's Leeya
night."
"Aw shucks!" she pouted.
We arrived home with no further shenanigans to find
everyone waiting dinner on us. Leeya came over to me and
kissed me. She must have tasted Priya on me and bit my
tongue: hard! She let go saying, "You're a very naughty
boy! Did you forget it's my night?"
"Gulp!"
Priya in the meantime, returned from the bathroom with
the
pee stick in her hand. As she sat, she slid it to me
results side down, right in front of everyone with a poker
face. I picked it up, turned it over slowly while everyone
was hanging on a thread waiting for the results, looked and
with a poker face turned it back over, results side down
and slid it back to her.
Leeya hit my arm with bug-eyed expectation on her face
and
said, "Well?"
Monaavi leaned over and kissed the tear from Priya's
cheek
and said softly, "Well Sean, why don't you tell everyone
that you're gonna be a Daddy again?"
Now I started crying. I looked at Priya's tear-streaked
face. She smiled softly and said sweetly as she burst into
tears, "I'm gonna be a mother! I love you Sean!"
Priya was my father's special child. Upon hearing her
words, he covered his face with his hands, broke down and
wept like a child with joy. Priya was swamped my Mom and
her sisters as they hugged her, shared in her happiness as
I watched on in awe still not believing it to be true.
Priya stood, walked around the table to me and kissed me
very softly, "I love you Sean and now our love has
conceived a life, thank you so very much!"
"No," I corrected, "Thank YOU. I love you
Priya and now it
grows inside you. You've made me so very happy and proud to
be your husband!"
Priya kissed me again and walked to my father. She
enfolded
his head in her arms pulling him to her breast and looking
down said, "Daddy?"
We were utterly shocked with surprise that Priya would
use
that word. She called her father Poppa and my father was
always Father.
Dad sniffled to compose himself and looked up at her.
Priya
smiled sweetly and took his cheeks in her hands, kissed his
lips, then placing his hand on her abdomen she said again,
"Daddy, my promise to you grows inside me. You have
cherished me, loved me and protected me as your daughter,
and now I feel it's time to call you Daddy. I hope you'll
be proud of my little brown gift to you."
My father broke down again wrapping his arms around
Priya's
waist. Everyone was sobbing as we looked at the two of them
together. Dad, overcome with emotion sobbed out, "You are
the sweetness in my old age, my joy and my happiness!"
Putting his hands over his face, my father sobbed out a
confession he'd held tightly for years saying, "When I was
a young man, in a time of war, I killed a man in cold blood
to protect the memory of a dead child. All my life I've
prayed for redemption for my sin. The day you made your vow
to me, I knew that when that vow was confirmed, God would
forgive me. You've released me from my bonds and set me
free with the gift you offer. Thank you child for this wondrous gift!"
My mother smiled as she dried his tears, knowing he'd
found
release. Priya rocked my sobbing father in her arms hugging
him to her chest. Dad pushed her away and went to his study
in tears. Mom rose and quietly wept as she followed after my Dad.
Leeya, Monaavi and Tina group hugged Priya as they cried
in
each other's arms. My mother returned several minutes
later, and when Priya saw her, ran to her open arms.
They embraced for several quiet moments then Priya
pushed
her away at arms length and said, "Mom, you taught me how
to be a woman, a wife and a friend. You've been there
through everything, holding me up, guiding me along the
way. Teach me to me a good mother like you, like Monaavi."
Mom smiled softly at Priya wiping away her tears with
her
thumbs and answered, "I've taught you everything you need
to know Priya, just trust in that. You're an incredible
young woman and you'll make an incredible mother, there's
no doubt. I'll always be here for you, just as I promised
five years ago and it's been the easiest promise I've ever
had to keep. You're my best friend Priya, and I share in
your joy. I love you Sweetie, more than you'll ever know!"
With that, they re-embraced.
After about thirty minutes of crying, hugging and
calming
down, we had a very happy meal. After dinner, Priya said,
"I need to call Momma and Poppa."
Leeya started to get up and get the cordless when Priya
stopped her saying, "No, let's go to the study and call on
speaker phone."
We rose from the table, made our way to the study and
crowded ourselves in so Priya could make the call, knowing
she'd wake them up at two in the morning there. She dialed
the number and the phone rang three times before Adib
answered the phone groggily with, "Adib here."
"Hi Poppa, it's me, Priya," Priya said loudly,
"Wake Momma,
it's important."
"What's wrong, Baby" Adib said, now wide awake
and worried.
"Is everything OK?"
"Yes Poppa," Priya assured, "Please wake
Momma."
We heard over the phone as Adib rousted Salima from
sleep.
Salima said into the phone, "Hi Baby, I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Is Poppa there?" Priya asked.
"Yes Priya," Salima replied, "We've both
got our ears to the phone."
"Momma, Poppa," Priya started, "I'm
pregnant: I'm gonna have a baby!"
"Gasp! Eeeeek!" we heard the shrill sounds of
their
excitement over the speaker. Adib was ecstatic and we heard
him pray out, "Allah be praised for this wondrous life!"
Salima cut in with "Oh my God, Priya! I had a dream
last
week that you were pregnant and thought it was crazy!
When'd you find out?"
"Tonight Momma," Priya informed them,
"Right before dinner."
We heard Salima tell Adib, "Go wake Sarah, she's
got to hear this!"
Mom jokingly said to Salima while we waited for Sarah to
come to the phone, "Salima, it's me Joan. HI! Well, they
did it! Priya said she was going to make bread until she
had a bun in the oven and I think she's making pumpernickel!"
"I'm gonna be a grandmother!" Salima exclaimed
back, "Why
didn't you tell me you were trying to get pregnant, Priya?"
"Because," Priya answered, "Because of
Daddy's heart
attack, I wanted to make sure I kept my vow to him and I
didn't want to argue with anyone about it. I made up my
mind but I didn't want to say anything until I knew for
sure I was actually pregnant."
"Daddy?" Salima asked puzzled.
"I'll explain later Momma," Priya answered.
Just then Sarah got on the phone with "Hello?
Priya, what
is it? Poppa said you had something to tell me?"
"How's AUNT Sarah sound?" Priya asked her
sister,
"OHMYGOD! You're
not!" Sarah asked in shocked surprise.
"Yep!" Priya confirmed, "Probably about
two weeks along!"
"Praise Allah!" Sarah exclaimed in happiness.
"Tell Momma and Poppa I'll call back tomorrow and
explain
everything, OK?"
"OK Priya," Sarah answered, "Bye now and
I love you! Here,
tell Momma and Poppa goodbye."
We heard Salima take the phone back and Priya said,
"I'll
talk to you tomorrow. I love you Momma and Poppa."
"We love you to Princess," Adib replied,
"Take care of
yourself, say hi to all the kids and we'll talk more tomorrow, bye
now."
"Bye, bye. Love you." Priya answered. Click.
That night after prayers, Leeya and I were lying in bed,
me
cradling her in my arms. My poor tiny ten year-old wife was
in turmoil.
Leeya was excited and happy for Priya and that Priya's
dream would come true, but hers still remained an
unfulfilled dream. I tried to reason with her and said,
"You know, even if you got pregnant now, it would cause a
lot of legal issues. The moment a doctor found out you were
pregnant, and given your age, he'd be calling the police.
They'd grill you to find out who'd raped you."
I went on to explain, "The law considers it rape
when
anyone has sex with a child your age, even if you consent.
The age of consent here is sixteen. You need to understand
that even with Priya, the doctor is gonna raise his
eyebrows when he finds out I'm the father of Priya's baby.
I'll have to admit that fact legally by putting my name on
the birth certificate. Understand?"
"I understand all that," she answered sadly,
"But that
doesn't make it any easier to take. Up here (pointing to
her head) I understand and accept it but here (laying her
hand over her heart) I can't."
"Your time will come Darling," I consoled,
"Try not to
dwell on it too much, even though it'll be hard, seeing
Priya everyday. Finish school first, then you'll be ready, OK?
With a sigh of resignation, Leeya replied, "I guess
so. I
don't have a choice, do I?"
"Unfortunately no," I confirmed.
Needless to say, Leeya wasn't in any mood for hanky
panky
that night, so we just cuddled. It took Leeya about two
weeks to deal with her turmoil, but like a real trooper,
she accepted it and moved on.
Monaavi was very understanding with Priya and helped her
a
lot: dealing with the hormonal changes, fatigue and morning
sickness. Priya had morning sickness much worse than
Monaavi did and for the first two months it seemed like she
barely ate enough to subsist.
The first two months of school was especially hard on
Priya
because, while dealing with the issues of pregnancy, she
also had to learn her way around the campus, adapt to a
different style of teaching, studying and completing assignments.
Leeya immersed her self in schoolwork and helping with
the
kids. Tina was getting older, requiring less of Leeya's
direct supervision, and even helped Monaavi and Leeya with
the twins. It was amazing to me the level of motherly
instincts the women of my family displayed and the level of
co-operation towards a common goal of care giving.
We'd hired a piano teacher for Attiya who came by once a
week and she was amazed at Attiya's ability, saying that
she'd be an excellent candidate for the School for the
Performing Arts. Both she and Pita were adjusting to
American life fairly well. Pita was now taking care of the
house while Abby retired to her husband.
The twin terrors of trouble began to get creative in
their
hijinks. One day, they got into my mother's makeup, covered
their beauty marks with makeup and painted new ones with
eyeliner pencil, temporarily switching identities. Monaavi
spotted it right away, but let them think otherwise.
Lizzy was always the brains of these little endeavors,
being the more ornery of the two, while Cinny simply
followed Lizzy's lead. They had me fooled until Cinny
started giggling for no reason and scratched her neck. I
then saw the smear of eyeliner pencil. Needless to say,
they both got the tickle torture good!
Monaavi and Leeya teased me saying that I didn't even
know
my daughters that well. I asked Monaavi, "Well how DO you
tell the two apart?"
"Easy," she laughed, "Lizzy's got
"Trouble" tattooed across
her forehead!"
Who've thunk two five year-olds woulda thought of that?
Dad had pretty much recovered from his heart attack but
he
now tired easily and could no longer deal with the stresses
of work. We'd talk about things but I was always careful
not to get him involved to the point that he might start
worrying or dwelling on business matters. He'd go fishing
or take a drive, but it was sad to see him like this: he
didn't embrace retirement with open arms.
One good thing though, Mom and Dad were spending more
time
together, just the two of them. Mom seemed more relaxed and
content now that they were together more. All was well with
Mom: she had her husband back; her son and his wives were
happily surrounding her with grandchildren, with another on the way.
Priya was going to her doctors once a month and, unlike
Monaavi, she had no sugar problems. In mid November, at
four months, Priya had a noticeable tiny pot of a belly and
it was now time for her sonogram.
Like with Monaavi, it was a family affair with everyone
in
tow. Pita and Tina stayed home to watch the twins but the
office was still surprised to see so many here for the "unveiling."
Luckily, they had a large room and were able to
accommodate
all of as we watched on. Priya was squirming when we got
there, wanting to pee and even before the technician began
pressing with the probe, she was now squirmed even more.
Knowing the routine from Monaavi's sonogram, Priya
hopped
up on the table, lifted her dress up under her bra and
pulled her panties down to her mons. The technician, Marie,
said she'd take all the necessary measurements as fast as
she could so Priya could go to the bathroom. Once Priya had
relieved her bursting bladder, Marie resumed taking
critical measurements of the baby.
Not wanting any surprises, I asked Marie, "How
many?"
Marie smiled and replied, "Only one. Expecting
more?"
"Whew!" I exclaimed relieved, "No, but
the last time we did
this it was twins."
After moving the probe, taking measurements and clicking
pictures, Marie informed us, "Well, everything looks pretty
good to me, a normal size fetus for sixteen weeks but all
the data will be forwarded to your doctor for confirmation."
Priya asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Well," Marie replied, "Let's see… its
inverted, head down
and its got its legs closed at the moment so I can't really
tell. Maybe the little tyke is shy? Let's see if we can
stir things up a bit."
Marie put the probe down and began to massage Priya's
stomach, pushing hard distorting her stomach to one side
for a few moments. She picked up the probe again to investigate.
"Whoa!" She exclaimed, "The little
bugger's done a flip:
its head's up now. Let's see… come on baby, don't be shy…
There! See the little hamburger bun (points to the screen)?
It's a girl: definitely a girl!"
"Yes!!!" I exclaimed with joy, "I got my
wish! Thank you God!"
"What, you've got all boys and want a girl?"
Marie asked.
"No," I answered gleefully, "I've got
three girls but I
wanted a little chocolate girl so I could see her mother
grow up all over again!"
"Aw, that's so sweet!" she replied.
Everyone in the room was hugging each other with
exclamations of joy. I looked at Priya and she was crying
silently, a soft smile on her face. Out of joy and love for
her, I laid my head on her stomach, smearing the side of my
face with gel and my arms around her stomach. I kissed her
slippery stomach and professed to her, "Words can't tell
you how much I love you my Beloved! You've made me so very
happy! And you?"
"My heart's soaring in the clouds right mow,"
Priya cooed
softly, "I feel so blessed to give you your dream. May Allah be
praised!"
Dad came over and kissed Priya's forehead, smiling, and
said, "You're really something girl! I really do love you my
child!"
"I love you too, Daddy," Priya said, returning
his endearment.
Everyone gave Priya a chance to wipe her stomach, tug
her
dress down, pull up her panties, sit up and adjust her veil
before being smothered in hugs from the women folk.
Marie handed me a towel, smiled and quipped, "I've
heard of
sloppy kisses but never a sloppy hug! Here, you've got gel
all over the side of your face."
"Thanks," I replied with a smile, as I wiped
the goo from my face.
Marie reached down on the side of the machine, pulled
out
an 8 X 10 glossy of the profile of our little girl and
handed it to Priya saying, "Here, her first portrait!"
Looking at it, we could see the side of her face with
her
hand in a loose fist, tucked up under her chin. Everyone
looked over each other's shoulder as Priya held the print
and looked at it. All that was heard were "Oooh's" and
"Ahhh's", with an occasional giggle thrown in.
Mom enfolded Priya in her arms and said to her, "I
share
your joy Sweetie, I'm so happy for you! Just think: a
little Priya running around the house!"
Monaavi quipped, "Yeah, and wait 'til Lizzy gets a
hold of her!"
We laughed at all the naughty possibilities. Dad
interrupted with, "Well, let's go home, pick up everyone
and go to dinner: Grandpa's buyin'!"
Arriving home, Tina was bouncing and hugging Priya so
tight
from excitement, Mom joked, "Hey Tina, you're giving your
tiny sister a roller coaster ride in there the way you're
shaking her up and down!"
Tina blushed and with a giggle replied, "Oops,
sorry. Got
kinda excited is all."
Pita hugged and congratulated Priya warmly and tenderly.
Pita had seen Priya grow from an innocent eleven year-old
bride to the matriarch of the family and taught her how to
run the home while we were away.
Attiya hugged Priya while lovingly rubbing her stomach
and
said, "A new sister for me too!"
"That's right Sweetie," Priya answered as she
hugged the
child from side-to-side, "And you can teach her piano, how's
that?"
Attiya looked up smiling and nodding in agreement.
"Alright everyone!" Dad commanded, "Let's go eat!"
We locked up the house, piled into two cars and I
followed
Dad to the restaurant. We had a sumptuous meal and everyone
left stuffed. Even the twins ate more than they wore (they
dropped a little on the floor though: but no spilt milk!)!
During dinner, Mom asked Priya, "Well, do you have
any
ideas for a name yet?"
All the chattering at the table became quiet, waiting
for
Priya's answer. Priya swallowed her bite of food, looked
down rubbing her stomach, smiled and said, "I want to honor
both my Hindi and Muslim heritage and bless Me Ma. I will
name her Malina Wajd Michaels.
"What's that mean?" Dad asked.
"Malina is Hindi for "Dark One," Priya
answered, "And
"Wajd" is Me Ma's name: it means…"
"Passion," I cut in.
"Oooh," Mom observed, "Dark Passion: such
a mysterious and
sensuous name! Perfect for a dark-skinned girl. I guess
she'll take after her mother and her Me Ma right?"
Priya gave a deep chocolate blush and silently nodded
with
a coy smile.
The holidays were starting with Thanksgiving being next
week. We certainly had a lot to be thankful for: Dad
surviving a near fatal heart attack, the family and kids
healthy and thriving and now this- a new life to offer
thanks to God for. My dream of a little chocolate colored
girl is now growing in her mommy's tummy.
That night, I asked the girls if I could have this night
to
myself and they understandingly agreed. I spent the night
in prayer, thanking Allah for all His blessings. No man had
a right to be as blessed and happy as I!
At Thanksgiving dinner, we were all eating and enjoying
the
feast when Monaavi said, "My Gosh! Time has just slipped
by! I can remember five years ago how I sat at the table
for this feast thinking my life was in ruin, and now I have
twin daughters and am part of a family that's expecting
another child! Hasn't God been so kind to us?"
"God has certainly placed his tender grace upon
us," Mom
agreed, "We've been blessed beyond all measure."
"Amen!" Everyone replied in unison.
Priya's morning sickness only lasted for two months,
even
though it was worse than Monaavi had experienced. There
were still foods she shied away from, but at least she
could eat and wake up without being violently ill.
She'd settled into her routine, was back to her usual
brainiac self and was doing well in her studies. Priya
sailed through her midterms, and by Christmas break was
taking things easy.
Once Priya's morning sickness abated, her sex drive
tripled! Priya wanted to be sexed good and hard: belly or
no belly and it was weird because when she'd have an
orgasm, her baby-filled pot would tighten up and get as
hard as a basketball before relaxing again.
I panted to her one night after she gave me a good
workout,
"Boy! That poor little girl is sure learning the hard way
what an orgasm is, isn't she? I don't think she likes it much."
Priya giggled and panted back, "I'm having my fun
now
because in a few months, we'll have to take it easy. I
don't want you popping me before my little bun is done!"
"Well," I remarked, "From the looks of
things, the dough is
rising nicely!"
"I hope I can breast feed," Priya mused, as
she examined
her growing breasts. The breast pad itself was growing
slightly but her protuberous puffy nipple shape seemed to
be accentuated. I just advised her to ask the doctor on her next visit.
All in all, Priya was looking forward to her second
trimester. Monaavi and Mom also told her she'd probably
start to feel the baby in a week or two.
When Priya next went to the doctor, she asked him about
the
breastfeeding issue. He informed her that she had a genetic
condition called hypoplastic tubular breasts. This is due
to a lack of milk producing tissue in the breast and that
breastfeeding might be very difficult, since she probably
wouldn't produce enough milk to the baby's demand.
Priya was crushed. She was very set on having her baby
breastfed for at least a year. Needless to say, the drive
home was a very quiet and sad one for her. Arriving home,
Priya went straight to her room, wanting to be alone.
At the table, I disclosed what the doctor had said with
Mom, Monaavi and Leeya. Leeya started crying and said,
"It'll be the same with me."
She raised her shirt to expose her growing breasts to
Mom.
Mom tried to reassure her, telling her that she was just in
the beginning stages of breast development and it was too
early to tell. Many young girls have tubular or puffy
shaped nipples but they change after going through puberty.
"Why don't YOU breastfeed for her, Monaavi?"
Mom asked.
"Oh I couldn't," Monaavi replied, I'd have to
get pregnant
to do that, and anyway, I wouldn't have milk until after Malina's
born."
"Yes you can," Mom said, "You could take
hormone shots and
produce milk without getting pregnant. Would you do it?"
"Priya would have to ask me first," Monaavi
replied, "I
wouldn't dare suggest it to her. It's a very personal thing
and if she wasn't prepared to see her child at my breast, I
wouldn't even consider it."
"I'll be back," Mom said as she rose from the
table.
"Mom," I asked, "I'm not so sure this is
a good time."
"It's the perfect time," Mom rebutted,
"If she knows
there's a way her baby can be breastfed, the sooner she'll
get over this. The faster she moves on with her pregnancy,
the happier she'll be."
"I wanna be there," I said as I rose to follow
her.
We knocked twice and we heard through the door
"Come in."
Mom went and sat next to her on the bed, rubbed her back
and said, "Sean told us what the doctor said about
breastfeeding. I'm so sorry, but I'd like to ask you
something and I want your heartfelt answer, OK?"
Priya turned, sat up and nodded. Mom said, "I know
that
there's sadness about not being able to breastfeed your own
child, but what if there was a way that Malina COULD be
breastfed, would you consider it?"
"What do you mean?" Priya asked puzzled.
"What I mean is," Mom answered, "IF
Malina could be
breastfed, would you consider it, or would you bottle feed
her because you can't do it yourself?"
"Of course I'd consider it," Priya replied,
"Breast milk
would be so much more healthy for her. But how?"
"Monaavi," Mom stated, "Monaavi could
take hormone
injections and begin producing milk for Malina."
"Would she do it?" Priya asked, "I mean,
does she want to?"
Mom answered, "Monaavi will not ask you about it.
She
thinks it's too personal an issue with you and if you'd
like her to breastfeed Malina, you'll have to ask her:
she'll never bring the subject up. She didn't say she would
do it even if you asked, but I know she would. She's just
afraid that when you saw her feed your child that you
wouldn't be able to bear it."
"I never thought of the possibility," Priya
said, "But
she's my sister and she'll also be a mother to Malina. Of
course if Malina can be breastfed, I'd be happier seeing
Monaavi feed her than giving her a powder substitute."
"Then go ask her," Mom said as she rose and
kissed Priya's
cheek, "Come on. Now time like the present."
When we arrived downstairs and Monaavi and Priya looked
at
each other, they moved to each other's arms and embraced.
After a few tearful hugs, we all sat. Priya took Monaavi's
hands in hers and said, "Sister, Mom says there's a way
that Malina could be breastfed, if you would be willing to
do it for me, would you?"
Monaavi looked down, swallowed hard, and looking back up
into her eyes replied, "Do YOU want me to, Priya? She'll be
your child, and I would never want to come between you and
her in that personal a way unless that is what YOU wanted for her."
"Monaavi," Priya sighed, "We are sisters,
you will be as
much a mother to her a I am to Cinny and Lizzy. I would be
honored if you could feed my child. I would consider it a
gift so precious, I could never repay you."
"Are you sure," Monaavi asked solemnly.
"I would gladly try
my best and feed her, but I need to know that, deep in your
heart, that is what you want. I don't know how any of this
works or even if I could do it after taking the shots, but
I'm willing to try if this is your wish."
"All I know," Priya sighed to Monaavi,
"Is that I want my
child to be breastfed. The doctor said that I might be able
to produce some milk but not enough to meet her needs. If
that's the case, we could BOTH feed her. I'd give her what
I have and you could make up the difference, what do you think?"
"I think THAT would be the best way," Monaavi
answered,
"Breastfeeding is such a loving, bonding experience that
even if you could only give her a half an ounce, it would
be a wonderful thing for both of you. It'll help shrink
your uterus after birth also."
"Well," Mom interrupted the two, "Feel
better now, Priya?"
"Mom," Priya asked while she hugged her, "How
did you get so smart?"
"It comes with age," Mom replied with a
chuckle, "And I
like to read a lot. What I suggest you do is call your
doctor tomorrow and tell him what you've got in mind. I
don't know how long it will take for Monaavi to start
producing milk this way; so the sooner you get started the
better. That way there won't be any surprises when the baby's born."
"I just thought of something," Monaavi put in,
"I'm not a
doctor or anything, but I don't think I'll be able to
produce milk and still be on birth control pills."
Mom looked at her and quipped, "When the front door
is
locked, go around back."
"MOM!" Monaavi exclaimed jokingly, "I'm a
devout woman, I
don't do those things."
"Yeah right!" Mom retorted, "That's why
the other night I'm
pulled away from my book to hear you down the hall
screaming, "That's it Sean, fuck my ass hard!" right?"
"Besides," Mom added, "That twinkle in
your eye gives you
away: you're as big a slut as the rest of us when it comes
to our husbands!"
"You too, Mom?" Monaavi asked, astonished.
"We may be old but we ain't dead yet! I love a good
pounding as much as the three of you do!"
"Leeya's not that way Mom," Monaavi commented.
Leeya
silently grinned.
"You must think I'll be born tomorrow Little Miss Long
Nipples," Mom quipped, "Leeya taught YOU everything you
know, didn't she? Besides, I'd say she's a bigger slut than
you are. She's half your size and can still take seven
inches in her tiny ass! I think that puts her right up
there in that slut category, don't you?"
Priya and Leeya giggled and revealed, "Leeya lost
her anal
cheery before her pussy, and it was my fault."
"It WAS?" Leeya asked, shocked. "Why?
How"
"Oh yes Priya, do tell," Mom asked
quizzically, "I love
juicy details like this."
"Well," Priya began, "It was a few days
after Sean and
Leeya married and Leeya wasn't used to getting orgasms.
She'd have an orgasm and be so drained she'd go to sleep.
The night we interviewed you Monaavi, I put Leeya to bed
before we went to bed. Anyway, when we went upstairs to
bed, Leeya was sound asleep. I pulled Sean into my room for
some fun and ended up leaving him with blue balls and
hornier than a humping dog when I sent him back to bed with
Leeya…"
Leeya crossed her arms in mock anger.
Priya started giggling, as did the others 'cause they
had
an idea what was coming, and she continued, "Anyway, when
Sean pulled back the duvet, Leeya was laying in a fetal
position and he saw her little naked ass poised and pointed
in his direction and well… poor Leeya got three inches
right up her virgin pooper that night, didn't you, Sweetie?"
Leeya blushed and filled in the details with, "I
woke up
and Sean was rubbing my tingle button soooo good that I
didn't notice until his dick head started to go up inside
me. I was scared at first, but he was gentle. It hurt a
little but I really liked him being inside me, especially
when he spermed me."
"Since we're learning about the anal history of a
five
year-old nympho," Mom said, "Why don't you tell us, Leeya,
when you took all of Sean back there?"
"Oh that," Leeya chuckled as she blushed,
"I did it mostly
because I was mad at Priya."
"Mad at me?" Priya asked, "Why? What
about?"
"Remember the day of Monaavi's henna party?"
Leeya reminded
her.
"Oh yeah," Priya said with a nod, "I
remember. You thought
I was controlling your sex life, right?"
"Uh huh," Leeya nodded, "I was determined
that I was gonna
take all of him as you could. What did I say when you were
all the way inside me, Sean?"
All the women looked at me expectantly and I answered,
'Her
exact words were, "Now you're just as much mine as hers.""
"Wow," Mom said as she looked at Leeya,
"You know that was
a pretty intense thing you said Leeya. It goes to show, it
doesn't make a difference if you're five or fifty, a girl
in love will stake her claim on her man."
Mom added, "How did we get on this topic
anyway?"
"I think," I put in, "You were telling
Monaavi to take it
up the ass for Priya so she could help her breast feed."
"I have another idea," Monaavi proffered with
a sly smile.
Leeya shot back, "No! You ain't getting' knocked
up! If
anyone else is gonna get a swelled belly, it's gonna be ME!"
"Well," I answered, "THAT ain't gonna
happen!"
"How about if Leeya was to help breastfeed
Malina?" Monaavi
asked.
"THAT’S and Interesting thought." Mom
answered, "Whatta ya
think, Priya?"
Continued in Chapter 85…
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