Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 21: Revelations (Mg, rom)

The next day, Priya and the girls started to begin their midterm exams. Priya was testing out for completion of the eleventh grade and begin her last year of high school the second term.

Sitting at breakfast, Mom asked her, “Do you think you can graduate this year?

Priya smiled at Mom and replied, “I’ll make it. I’m really confident that I can do well on my exams this week to begin twelfth grade next semester.”

Mom said, “Well, if you pass everything this term, I’d start applying to the colleges you’d like to attend in the fall. I don’t know about here, but in the U.S., if you don’t apply early, you get left out.”

“I know,” said Priya. “Sean and I have talked about it and I think I’d like to remain here in India. I don’t feel quite ready to move to the U.S. and leave my family. Maybe it’s childish, but I don’t feel ready to let go of my Momma, Papa and Sarah.”

“How’s Sarah doing?” Mom asked.

“She’s doing fine. She’s applied to the All India Institute of Medical Sciences and Lady Hardinge Medical College, but she’d rather go to All India. Haseeba has applied to All India and Raj Kamuri Nursing College. She wants to become a nurse.”

“A nurse?” I asked. “When did she decide that?”

Priya looked at me and said, “She and Sarah have a combined dream. Sarah will become a pediatrician and wants to open a practice and Haseeba will be her nurse.”

“I didn’t know they became that close,” Mom said.

Swallowing a bite of food, Mom asked Priya, “How’s everything else? Is little Aleeya learning any English?”

With a mouthful of food, Priya nodded, swallowed and replied, “It’s amazing how fast she’s picking it up. You’ll be surprised when you see her on New Year’s Eve. She can carry on a conversation already!”

“Wow,” I injected, “she can really speak English?”

“Yes,” Priya said nodding. “She’s really trying hard. Would you like to know why?”

Mom said, “You mean she’s got a reason to learn English at four years old?”

Priya giggled and covered the side of her mouth as if to share a secret with Mom, giggling said audibly, “She has a huge crush on Sean and wants to marry him. She thinks if she learns English, he’ll say yes.”

Mom looked up startled and my dick jumped in my pants at the thought of a four year-old bride and I quickly exclaimed, “What? She can’t be serious. I thought it was just a simple case of puppy love! What did you tell her? Why are you leading her on by allowing her to think learning English will get her married to me?”

Mom grinned at me and said, “Look out, Boy, these Haaseem women will get the best of you if you’re not careful.”

Turning back to Priya she asked, “But seriously, Priya, why lead her on?”

“Well,” she began, “I spoke to Uncle Mahmoud about it and he said that it’s probably just a phase she’s going through but any reason to learn another language is a good one, so for me to just play along.”

“I don’t think it’s right,” I replied. “What if she becomes obsessed with the idea and puts in all this work thinking she can get what she wants, only to be disappointed?”

Mom said, “I think Mahmoud is right. After all, no normal preschooler has any concept about some of their childish dreams. Some little girls dream of being a princess only to move on to another dream the following month by wanting to be a movie star.”

I looked at both of them and asked, “Where does a four year-old get such an idea to get married anyway?”

Priya glanced sideways at me and replied, “For two reasons: first, she feels safe with you and has a special affection for you; and second, because you’re tall, blonde, have blue eyes and are very handsome. It’s every little Indian girl’s dream to marry such a man much less actually know and see one in person. It was my secret dream. All my life when everyone was teasing me, I dreamt that someone like you would love a dark skinned girl like me.”

Mom smiled and said, “That’s so sweet. Like a fairy tale, Priya, your secret dream came true.”

Priya blushed, smiled and glancing over at me replied, “It certainly has.”

That was a good note to end the topic, so we finished eating and got ready to leave. After dropping the girls off at school and wishing them good luck on their exams, I went to the office and began work on an idea I had to streamline our shipping procedures.

Priya called me during her lunch period and asked if I could just send a car to pick them up because she wanted to go somewhere after school. I asked her where, but she teased me by saying “I have to go please my boyfriend.”

Going along, I asked, “Oh, and how long will it take to please him?”

She giggled and replied, “I’m not sure, I’ve never done this before.”

“Are Sarah and Haseeba going with you?”

“Yes, I’d never travel alone, it’s forbidden.”

“What,” I asked, “even to please your boyfriend?”

“I need moral support.”

“Well,” I laughed, “where’s the morality in cheating on your husband? What are you three going to do, have a ménage a quad?”

“Hmmmm,” she replied, “that sounds kind of kinky, but no, just some girl things, okay?”

“Okay. Does Adib or Salima know you girls will be late getting home?”

“Yes, Sarah called Momma and she’s fine with it.”

“Alright, just don’t be too late.”

“Thanks, I talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you more, bye, bye.”

“Bye.” Click.

I called Mom to let her know about the girls going out after school, but she’d already heard from Priya. I told her that since I didn’t have to pick the girls up, I’d stay a little late at the office and be home around six and she said she’d hold dinner until six-thirty.

I had been home for about fifteen minutes and was upstairs changing when Priya came into the bedroom. I smiled at her and asked, “Boyfriend satisfied?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she replied, and began to get undressed. I was a little skeptical because she usually likes to tease me when she’s undressing. But this time, she turned her back to me. As I was taking my pants off, I looked down to step out of them when I got hit in the face with a pair of warm, pink lacy panties.

I looked up and Priya was standing in the center of the bedroom in sort of a Venus de Milo pose with her right hand covering her mons. She had her left arm up and her forearm resting on the top of her head.

I looked at her for a moment and noticed something was different, but I didn’t know what. I suddenly realized her underarm was bare. She saw I had figured it out and slowly started moving her hand away from her pubes and began tracing her slit with her forefinger, smiled seductively and said, “Well, Boyfriend, how do you like my bare baby pussy?”

Smiling, I walked to her and cupped her vulva. Her mons was as smooth as her pussy lips and I gave her a playful animal growl and said, “You are so soft! I love it!” and then kissed her deeply.

We pulled apart and I asked her, “How often do you have to go back and get waxed?”

She smiled and said, “Never. Electrolysis: gone forever. I just have to go back whenever I grow new ones, but I think I’ll just buy a machine and do it myself. She even did the same with my underarms and a few on my legs. Do you really like it?”

“I love it. How does it feel to you?”

Looking down at her pubes, she ran her hand over her mons and said, “It feels kind of strange. I’m bald again like I was when I was ten. I felt a little sad when she was removing them because they meant that I was becoming a woman, but now, I’m back to being a little girl again.”

She looked up devilishly and said, “A little girl.” As she was saying it, she then grabbed a handful of my package, gently squeezed and with a lusty tone in her voice said, “A bald pussy, nasty little girl,” and then she stood on tiptoes and bit my lower lip.

In satisfaction I smiled and said, “Oh but you’re my bald pussied, nasty little girl.”

She mock growled in response. Curtly, she turned and picked up her panties, waved them under my nose and trotted her dainty chocolate butt into the bathroom and shut the door.

We dressed without any more shenanigans and went downstairs to dinner. Just the memory of seeing her bald, smooth, hairless chocolate colored pussy had me shuffling in my seat with a raging hard on. I kept looking over at Priya and she’d glance at me out of the corner of her eye while eating and grinning.

My mother was watching this unspoken conversation and jokingly said, “Boy, we’re a frisky pair tonight, aren’t we?”

Priya grinned at Mom and said innocently, “Who me?”

Mom didn’t cut her any slack, smiled wryly and replied confidently, “I know when a debauching is in the making. He’s over there spinning like a top on his hard-on and I’ve been alone for a month and horny as hell for one myself!”

Priya spat out her food and burst out laughing. She recovered enough to look at Mom in mock surprise and said, “Mom! I’ve got tender ears!”

“Tender ears my ass,” she retorted. “By the look in your eye, there won’t be anything tender going on tonight! You’re a naughty little girl, Priya Michaels, just like your Me Ma said.”

Priya looked innocently at her and asked, “You won’t tell will you?”

Mom went back to eating and said, “Just don’t wake the neighbors down the street. I don’t want them to know I’ve got a screaming eleven year-old nymphomaniac for a daughter-in-law.”

“I’ll make sure I gag her first, Mom,” I replied.

“Good,” she said, “that way I won’t know what I’m missing.”

After dinner, we all rose and left the dining room. I grabbed Priya’s hand to hurry upstairs and Mom picked up her book and holding it up, said to Priya, “You know girl, this is the first time I’ve ever been jealous of you. You’re gonna get the bone tonight while I have to settle for a book!”

We headed upstairs laughing.

Needless to say, I ate her velvety smooth chocolate pussy until my tongue fell out, and then we fucked each other into oblivion.

Each of the girls passed their exams, and I was delighted that Priya had easily completed a year’s classes in one term despite all the issues. Even Haseeba passed in spite of her traumatic experience, thanks mostly to Sarah.

New Year’s Eve, everyone was in good spirits and we had a nice, cordial New Year’s party at our house with Priya’s close relatives. In the back of our minds, Priya and I were sad that the day was coming closer to when Mom would leave for home.

During the party, Aleeya quietly came over to me and crawled up on my lap and laid her head against my chest. She wasn’t her usual happy self and I asked her if she was feeling all right. She was sitting across my lap and her dress had ridden up to about mid thigh and I noticed what looked like a bruise in the inside of her left thigh. I motioned for Priya to come over and I nodded to Aleeya’s leg. Priya pulled her dress up a little, and sure enough, there was a bruise about the size of a small orange on her leg.

Priya motioned for Mom to come over and then Priya went to find Mahmoud. Mom gave me a worried look and about that time, Mahmoud came over and we showed him the bruise. Mahmoud asked Aleeya how she hurt her leg and Aleeya said quietly that she’d fallen off the sofa against the table.

Mahmoud got a cross look on his face and went to seek out his wife. He found Tallie near the kitchen and began talk to her. From the look on his face and his body language, he was seriously questioning Tallie as if he didn’t believe the child’s story.

The whole time little Aleeya was unusually quiet and I asked her if she was okay. In English, she looked up at me and said, “You please hold close and keep me safe?

“Sure, Sweetheart,” I said, trying to reassure her, “I’ll keep you safe.”

Priya’s Me Ma was watching this whole thing unfold and looked at me with a smile, and then looking toward Tallie and Mahmoud with a worried look, but just observed the action quietly.

I handed Aleeya over to Mom and Aleeya was very reluctant to leave my arms; but after some reassurance, she let my mother hold her. Priya began to tell me that Mahmoud was having some trouble at his business with some street thugs vandalizing his shop, wrecking some inventory and slitting several of his delivery truck tires.

Mahmoud and Tallie were finishing their conversation, so I asked him, “Why didn’t you tell me what was happening? Maybe I can help. Do you need any cash to get things back to normal?”

“I don’t want to impose my problems on you. No thanks, Sean,” he replied, “Tallie is just upset and I’m afraid she took it out on Aleeya.”

Looking at him seriously, I said, “Bullshit, Mahmoud, that’s what family is for. You help each other when there’s a family need. I’m telling you flat out - there is absolutely no reason whatsoever to take out one’s frustrations by beating a child! No reason at all!”

“You’re very kind, Nephew,” he admitted, “It will require money I don’t have to get things back to normal.”

“How much do you need: five, ten thousand rupee?” I asked. “Just tell me what you need.”

“Well, I’m not sure yet, but it looks like those hooligans did about 20,000 rupees worth of damage. It’s almost as if someone has put them up to it. I’ve never had any problems with the local kids. In fact, I’ve given a lot of them jobs.”

Not saying anything out loud, the first thought that came to mind was Haseeba’s slimy father. He might be trying to get back at me through my family.

Concerned for Aleeya, I asked him, “Do you want to leave Aleeya here with us for a few days until things settle down?”

“Thanks, Sean. If it would be all right, I think that might be a good idea, especially for Aleeya.”

“No problem,” I assured him. “We’d love to have her here for a while.”

I went over to the sofa to Mom and Aleeya and asked the tiny tot, “Hey, little princess, would you like to stay with Priya and me for a few days?”

She leapt into my arms, hugging me and said, “Oh yes, you make Aleeya safe!”

I just hugged her and looked at Mom as if to say, “What now?” Aleeya wouldn’t let go of me, and fell asleep in my arms. I carried the sleeping child around until the end of the evening. I couldn’t help but notice her entire little butt was so small I could cradle it in my one hand.

Although not openly mentioned, the incident with Aleeya had made the rest of the evening a little subdued. After the clock struck midnight and everyone wished each other a happy and prosperous New Year; the party wound down and everyone began to say their salaams and began leaving.

I don’t know why, but holding this near baby in my arms, I had no ill thoughts: sexual or otherwise towards her. I wanted more than anything just to make her feel safe and loved.

After everyone had left and we were going to bed, Priya and I tried to put her to bed. First, in the guest room, and then my Mom offered to let her sleep with her, but Aleeya wouldn’t leave my arms.

Priya finally told Mom, “She can sleep with us.”

I stripped down to my boxers while Priya undressed Aleeya. Aleeya went through the motions of lifting her arms so that Priya could remove her dress as she stared quiet and wide-eyed at me as I got undressed down to my boxers without saying a word. Priya undressed her down to just her little white panties and what we saw made us both sick with shocked awe. Little Aleeya’s entire back and upper thighs were covered with stripes and bruises. Priya turned her around and pulled her panties down, and her little butt was black and blue. Priya pulled up her panties put her in our bed.

I hadn’t paid any real attention to Aleeya before, but she is a very tiny child for being four. She stood a little over 3 feet tall and was very thin. She probably only weighed about 30 to 35 pounds. She had a very thin frame and I could probably put my forefinger and thumb around her thigh. Both her hands and her feet were so small, I could have held either completely I my hand.

She had a very cute face with large, doe-like dark brown eyes with a little button nose and a small mouth. Her long dark brown wavy hair came to the middle of her back with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Her complexion was a light honey gold color. Her arms and legs were thin and graceful with spindly legs. Her feet were no longer than a pack of cigarettes.

Aleeya had the androgynous look of a preschooler. Her frame was straight from her chest to her hips, with no sign of the curves she’d later develop with the characteristic little pot belly of a child her age. Her chest was thin and flat, and you could count her ribs. She had two tiny dots of light brown for areolae that looked painted on her chest about the size of a pea, the outline of her flat nipple no bigger than the size of a grain of rice. I could see the points of her hipbones, and a flat mons that was prominently padded at the precipice. Through her panties, I could make out two fat, prominent and full pussy lips that one would expect to see on a baby girl.

I thought Priya was going to put her on her side of the bed, but she put her in between us and said to me, “Hold her tonight, Sean. Make her feel safe and loved.”

Priya then turned over facing us. So I turned Aleeya on her side facing Priya and spooned up against her, holding her in my arms as Priya brushed the hair from her eyes and began to stroke the side of her face.

The child was so tiny, with her little butt up against my groin, her head only came up to my sternum, and her legs barely past my knees. Aleeya giggled and felt off to sleep almost immediately.

I had my hand over her shoulder and her chest was so small my hand covered her entire chest. I could feel her heartbeat and like that of a little child, it was probably twice as fast as mine, even when she was sleeping.

I stated to firm, and as I became erect against her miniature butt, I noted that my erect phallus pressed into her butt crack from her perineum all the way up to her waist.

As I held her like this, I wondered how I could even possibly conceive to make love to such an elfin child? There is no way I could remotely consider attempting to penetrate one so young.

But then I asked within myself, If that’s the case, why am I hard? Why does this baby arouse my loins? I thought of attempting to touch her vulva, but banished it from my mind. I wouldn’t violate her - not when she’d entrusted herself to me for protection. I lay there, just feeling the warmth emanating from her. I just couldn’t get the images of the bruises that had been inflicted upon this tiny little girl.

I may have latent desires to make love to such a tiny and tender creature, but I would kill myself before I could ever inflict that kind of abuse on anyone: even an adult. I had a fretful night trying to get to sleep.

In the morning I awoke groggily in a fog and something told me to just lie there and pretend to be sleeping. Priya motioned for Aleeya to unfold herself from my arms and said quietly to her, “Come on, Honey, let’s get dressed and wake up Sean.”

Scooting off the bed, Aleeya asked Priya, “Did I sleep with Sean undressed like this, in just my panties?”

Priya said, “Yes, Sweetie, you did.”

Aleeya asked again, “Did he hold me in his arms like that?”

Priya smiles at her and said, “Yes, Dear, Sean kept you safe in his arms last night.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, Aleeya, why would I be mad?”

“Cause he’s your husband.”

“Because you’re so special, maybe someday I’ll share him with you, okay?

Giggling she said, “Oh please, Priya, can I marry him?”

Priya said, “We’ll talk about that later, now get your little butt dressed. We need to get up, get dressed and wake up Prince Charming, okay”

Giggling, she replied, “Okay.”

Once dressed, the little imp jumped on my stomach and was bouncing up and down saying, “Get up, get up, sleepyhead.”

After rousting me out of bed, the two girls showered. I put on a pair of gym shorts and then showered when they were finished. We said morning prayers and went to breakfast.

There wasn’t much conversation at breakfast because a four year-old motor mouth never shut up. I explained to Aleeya that she’d stay with my Mom today while Priya was at school and I went to work, but that we’d get a movie and watch it tonight. She was all giggles and fits when Mom said she’d take her to the park.

Priya and I kissed Aleeya and the Mom goodbye and left to pick up Sarah and Haseeba for school, and me off to the office.