Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 50: Rules of Engagement (Mggg, cons, rom, no sex)

I awoke about six am with Priya huddled against me in a fetal position with her back against my left side. I turned onto my side, propped my head up in my hand and pulling down the duvet studied my wife as she lay sleeping. I fondly remembered our interlude last night and I thanked God for this beautiful young girl. Although last night’s love making was the second of such spiritual communions, it was by far, the most deeply moving and tender. One can’t experience something like that without being somewhat philosophical afterwards and I was taking a few moments to do just that.

I studied her for a few moments, her waist-length blue-black hair covered her back like a shawl, her small compact butt nudged against my thigh and as I looked down her legs, I came to stop at her tiny feet. I again remembered the first time I saw her foot uncovered a little over a year ago and I marveled now, as I did that night, at the contrast of the light pink of her sole and the underside of her little toes with her flawless chocolate complexion.

I combed her waist length black hair with my fingers and pulled it to the side away from her body, then began studying every inch of her. Her graceful thin neck, the soft roundness of her small shoulder and her slender arm as it lay flat on the bed with her tiny hand under her jaw, providing a pillow for her cheek to rest on.

I could see the arc of the side of her chest expand slowly then gently compress with every breath she took. Her thin frame showed her sleek, curved, smooth brown back. I gently laid my hand at the base of her neck and lovingly stroked down the center of her back and over to her hip. I ran my hand down over her hip and felt the round, soft firmness of her butt cheek. Bringing my hand around the curve of her cheek to the bottom, I could feel her cashmere soft labia as they peeked out from between her closed legs.

I wondered. Do all men gaze upon the sleeping form of their wives in sheer awe and wonder? Certainly, of all of God’s creations, the female is the most breathtaking!

I pictured Aleeya in my mind and thought that even a tender young girl of her age holds a hint of the same graceful lines as a grown woman. Their hands and feet are more slender, smaller and more graceful than a male’s. The tiny, diminutive little butt and the puffy pronounced vulva show a beauty of charms yet to behold.

The vulva… what a truly remarkable and inviting thing of beauty! All the grace and charm of femininity can be seen in the symmetric, soft, curved folds of a woman’s labia, hiding the center of life from which we all came. Every female whether child or adult, has a unique special quality that enhances the beauty of a woman in a different way.

As I brushed my fingers over Priya’s labia, drinking in her softness she stirred and awoke. Just to tease her, I brushed her labia again, only this time with a feather-light touch. She straightened her legs with a jerk and said giggling, “That tickles!”

She turned and hugging me, kissed me. I smiled at her and said to her, “I don’t know about you, but I had a wonderful spiritual experience last night. Making love to you was like being a part of one person, depending on one beating heart.”

Priya tilted her head up to look at me and I playfully grabbed her throat in my mouth. I then began kissing her throat and she responded, “Mmmm, I felt it too. It was so intense, I was exhausted afterwards.”

“That’s why (kiss) I know (kiss, kiss) that you are (kiss, kiss) my soul mate. I could never love anyone as deeply and those moments are proof of that.”

“It’s precisely why moments like those,” Priya whispered, “Convince me that you’ll never forsake me — even with two other wives.”

Thinking for a moment, I asked her, “Sometimes I wonder if it’s fair to Aleeya and now, Emma because I have this… this deep spiritual connection and closeness to you. I know the Koran says to treat all your wives equally, but how can a man truly do that?”

Now on her side, Priya was twirling a lock of my hair and replied, “My interpretation would be to give each of us what we need individually. If Aleeya needs more reassurance, give it to her. If Emma needs to feel more secure, make her feel so.”

Trying to take the seriousness out of things she continued with, “And if I need a good ass fucking, you’d better give it to me! Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

I was just about to jump her bones when the door opened and in came my other two little loved ones. Aleeya and Emma came over and sat on the bed. Emma looked at the three of us and said in a quiet voice, “It feels so different and strange, in a wonderful way, to be here with the three of you knowing that I will be one of your wives soon, Sean.”

Everyone giggled and I said, “Yeah, it certainly does seem strange that you’ll be my wife, doesn’t it?”

Priya sat up, got out of bed and putting on her robe told the girls, “Come on ‘wives’, let’s go get showered. I don’t know about you, Emma, but Aleeya and I have to wash our hair.”

Emma replied, “No, My hair is fine, but I’ll help you two if you want.”

With that, they left me to myself to take care of my morning duties. Having finished before the girls, I called 411 and got the number to the Indian embassy in Washington, D.C. Calling the embassy, I learned that they opened at nine-thirty am. I fired up my computer and downloaded directions.

I then went to the embassy’s website and downloaded the visa applications. I learned that if I had applications in by twelve-thirty, the passports and visas could be picked up the same or next day. Something that would be very beneficial, especially for Priya, was a PIO card. It’s a card for People of Indian Origin that’s valid for fifteen years for unlimited entry to and from India.

When my file downloads were finished, I saved them in a separate folder and shut my computer down. About that time, the girls came in for prayers. We finished morning prayers about nine-thirty and went downstairs for breakfast.

Mom, as usual, was nursing her cup of coffee when we arrived at the table for breakfast. I guess she was feeling discontented because we were greeted with a slightly sarcastic, “Well, if it isn’t Prince Ali Sean with his harem of concubines.”

“Sleep well?” I asked. “A little “testy” this morning, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” looking at Emma she replied, “Well, you’ll just have to get used to it for the time being because I’m having some trouble wrapping my head around the fact that my son is going to marry my sister’s eight year-old grandchild.”

Priya asked Mom with a little consternation, “Why Mom? What is it that you’re having trouble accepting? The fact the Emma is Sean’s cousin or the fact that she’s your relative and getting married at such a young age? Or could it be the fact that she’ll be the third wife of the same man?”

The four of us took our seats and looked at Mom for her response. Mom took a sip of her coffee and said, “All of it. All those facts and figures kept running through my head last night and I couldn’t sleep.”

Setting her cup down she continued, “It’s difficult to understand that children who haven’t had time to experience the fullness of being children have become sexual beings at such a tender age, even when it doesn’t involve getting married. Just the fact that they seek out and participate in these activities without knowing how it changes them forever is hard to accept. It’s as if they’ve lost their innocence before they’ve had a chance to even realize it’s gone and there are things they’ll never be able to go back and recapture.”

Folding her hands Mom said, “Also, the fact that Emma will remove all chances of experiencing the rights of passage all kids go through with dating, learning about boys as well as herself through self exploration.”

Priya quickly retorted, “Emma has admitted she’s had plenty of experience at self exploration.”

“You know what I mean, Priya.” Mom replied. Tossing her head back and combing her hair with her fingers she went on, “I guess I grew up in a different time and place. At eight, all I thought about was dolls, playing with and making friends, looking for role models and trying to make sense of my little microcosm of a world and understand how I could fit in.

“My body way just that: my physical self. I’d bathe it, keep it clean and try to be healthy, but it wasn’t something I shared with others: not even my parents or sisters, much less with a boy. Back then, we were shielded from such things and being an adult and doing adult things was a mystery. We all wanted to grow up all too fast, but we didn’t know what was involved with being an adult.”

Leaning forward on the table, Mom continued, “I guess what bothers me the most is the fact, and I didn’t realize it until this morning although I don’t know why, is the fact that Emma and Sean will be in an incestuous relationship. They’re cousins and I worry that their children will be affected in some way by this, much less by the polygamy issue.”

Priya leaned on the table and said, “I told Sean the other day that marriage to a second cousin is legal in the United States as well as most other countries. The prevailing consensus is that they are far enough removed to prevent any genetic problems. I have looked, but there aren’t any definitive figures as to the frequency or percentage of the population that are second cousin marriages.

“As far as the incest issue is concerned, Aleeya and I are first cousins. Even though we don’t engage in sexual activity together, there is still our relationship being married to the same man. That fact didn’t bother you. If it weren’t genetically sound, it wouldn’t be legal in all U.S. states and around the world. As for the social stigma, I guess everyone has to deal with that issue on their own and on the merits of each situation.

Priya took a sip of tea and continued, “As for polygamy, the prevailing attitude isn’t so much the issue of multiple wives as it is that usually a group or community that practices polygamy tends to coerce or ‘direct’ young girls, in some form or fashion, to marry when they’re not ready or willing to do so. It effectively forces them to marry older spouses for the benefit of a man having conjugal rights to a very young girl.”

Priya reached across the table and took Mom’s hand and continued, “Another thing about polygamy that westerners don’t like to admit, is that polygamy is practiced illegally everyday in the U.S. and Europe; even in Asia. How many men, or women for that fact, are unfaithfully married and have children by those infidelities? In all of western culture it’s considered okay and even condoned or accepted in society to have a lover.

“This is just a way to skirt the law and live a polygamist lifestyle without any of the responsibilities in those situations. The children of such relationships are considered by law to be bastard and illegitimate and have no legal rights when it comes to legitimizing their name, inheritance and are denied the right, because of monogamy laws, to live in a two-parent family and be nurtured by both parents. Even if their paternity is established through DNA testing, the government’s stand isn’t whether these children were born out of wedlock; it’s who pays for support. The father of these children usually ignores or rejects his parental duties to the child except to be coerced by the courts to pay child support.”

Trying to prove her point, Priya pointed out, “My mother is a product of such a marriage. She grew up with a loving father and was nurtured and loved by both of her parents. All the children in her family were treated with equality in love, resources and family heritage – whether they had the same mother or not. How many children in America that are born out of wedlock can say that?”

Sitting back and crossing her arms, Priya finished with, “As for the current social mores concerning the alarming statistics about children maturing faster and engaging in sexual activities at a much younger age is a fact of life that we all have to deal with: whether Aleeya, Emma of I are a part of those statistics or not. I also think you’re overlooking the fact that Emma has done quite a bit of self exploration and up until recently, has been masturbating for several months. She also made it perfectly clear last night what she wants to do with Sean.”

Abby, who stood in the kitchen listening to the conversation, and taking it all in said, “May I say something, Joan?”

Mom turned and looked at her and replied, “Yeah, why not. It seems everyone has an opinion on the matter.”

Abby stepped to the table, handed Priya and me a cup of tea and said, “This is just my observation, but I think that Emma, although she’s only eight, has much more knowledge and experience with sex than both Leeya and Priya had when they married. Knowing that marriage includes sex and knowing first-hand about sexual tings are two different things.”

Abby sat in Dad’s seat and looked across the table at Mom and continued, “It’s my belief that if you had said no to Emma, she would have at some point in time in the near future, become sexually active but in a destructive way: with some boy at school who had nothing more in common with her except raging hormones.”

Looking around and then back to Mom she said, “This would be more destructive to her emotionally than getting married with all the support she needs while expressing her sexual self. Everyone at this table knows that once we experience sex in our lives, it becomes a part of who we are; there’s no going back and denying that part of ourselves.”

Looking at Emma, Abby said, “You can’t be with her every second of the day to make sure she doesn’t masturbate, or play hanky-panky games with a boy before, during or after school. If you let her marry, even at eight, she’ll be able to have the proper outlet to express that part of herself in the proper context of marriage.”

Sitting back and looking down, Abby said, “I have to admit: if I had heard a discussion about child marriage a year ago, I would have been livid with disgust and recrimination. But seeing Leeya, I know that in some strange way, it can and does work to the benefit of the child when it’s done out of love and not abuse: at least in her case. I don’t include Priya because she’s more mature than a lot of adults. Sorry Joan, but that’s how I feel.”

Mom sighed, looked at Emma and replied, “Maybe you’re all right, I don’t know. The only thing I can go by is the fact that I’m still convinced that Sean will never hurt you Emma and I’m trusting her to know that what her heart is telling her is true enough to last a lifetime. If you’re ever hurt by this, Emma, I’ll blame myself to the grave.”

Emma rose and went to her, hugged her in her arms and said, “Auntie, I know in my heart that this is what I want. I have no doubt that it will be forever.”

Placing my hand on hers I said, “Mom, I don’t know what the future holds but I can promise you this: I will love and care for Emma with as much love and attention I give to Priya and Aleeya. I wouldn’t have consented to marry her if I didn’t think I could enrich her life and make her happy.”

“All right,” Mom sighed, “indecision is a form of neglect, so let’s proceed with our plans. Priya did you call your mother?”

Priya sipping her tea, nodded and replied, “Yes, and Mom said she wasn’t surprised that this might happen. From conversations I had with her and Me Ma about Emma before we left, Mom said that after I’d left, she and Me Ma discussed our conversations and felt that there might be the possibility of her marrying Sean. She said that they arrived at this consensus as a result of my telling them thoughts and feelings about Emma’s future.”

Looking at Emma, Priya continued, “Mom said the only concern she and Me Ma had was whether or not Sean would be capable of executing his duties to three women properly. They felt confident that he could, but only raised the point because they don’t know Emma or what her state of mind is at the moment. She said that if Emma needed special help or counseling, it might put a strain on our entire relationship. If we return to India with Emma, Me Ma will assume she’s there to live her life with us as a family and she’ll break the news to the rest of my family.”

Mom looked at me and said, “You’d better be damn fucking sure about this Sean, because if you aren’t, and you go through with this, I’ll have your balls when and if the hammer drops. Got that?”

“Got it, Mom,” I replied with conviction. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have agreed.”

“Okay then,” she replied. Mom looked around the table and asked Aleeya, “Well, Munchkin, how do you feel about Emma marrying Sean?”

Aleeya looked at us and then at Mom and said, “I think Sean can take away all her pain like he did mine and Priya’s. I love Emma and would be happy with her as my sister. I know Sean has enough love for all of us just like he had room in his heart for me. We’ll be happy, Auntie, just you wait and see.”

Priya looked at the two younger girls, then at Mom and asked, “So, have you changed your mind or is Emma going to become one of us?’

“No,” Mom replied with a smile to Emma, “let’s proceed with the wedding plans. Were there some ground rules you were going to lay down?”

Looking at Emma then Aleeya, Priya said, “Yes. First of all, Emma, I will tell you what I told Aleeya. No one — and I mean no one — is to know about Aleeya being married and now, that you are going to get married. Got it?”

“I understand, Sister,” Emma said.

“I mean it Emma, no one, period! If anyone found out, Sean would go to jail. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Priya,” Emma said seriously. “I do, I really do.”

“Okay then,” Priya replied. “Aleeya, your nights with Sean have been Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. Now that Emma will join us, for things to be fair, we each will have two nights a week instead of three with Sean. I will keep Monday, you on Tuesday and Emma on Wednesday. Then me on Thursday; Fridays will still be a family night, you on Saturday and Emma has Sunday. Do you girls understand?”

Priya waited for each girl to acknowledge the schedule with nods and yeses then went on, “Emma, on your days you can cuddle all day and evening, but Sean sleeps alone those nights until you’re married. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sister,” Emma replied, “but what about this family night thing? What then?”

Looking at Mom, Priya answered, “She can sleep with all of us together, but everyone will have to wear something. No nude sleeping until after Emma’s marriage and no sex at all on those nights. Agreed?”

Mom agreed and nodded, as did we all.

Priya said to Emma, “Since you will be spending your nights away from Sean until your wedding night, you may, if you choose, allow either Aleeya or I to sleep with Sean on those nights, or you have the choice not to. It’s totally your decision – not Sean’s. Understand?”

Blushing, Emma said, “I understand, Sister.”

“Another thing, Emma,” Priya said, “On your days, Sean is yours all day. That goes for each of us. If any of us feels that we need to switch for some reason, or just need time with him, each has to get permission from the other to change the schedule. Both Sean and I have to approve first. Do we all agree?”

Emma and Aleeya nodded and said yes.

“I say this so that each of us knows that we are sisters and share equally the duties and rights we have as Sean’s wives. Sean has nothing to say about our schedule. Sean cannot rearrange the schedule unless he has a very good reason why he wants one of us over the other. Is that clear?”

Aleeya and Emma replied, “Yes, Sister.”

Looking for Mom’s reaction, Priya said, “Now for a new rule. This has never come up between Aleeya and me before, but if any two girls want to share a night with Sean, it must be agreeable with whoever’s night it is; although both of the girls must get agreement from Sean. Sean doesn’t have the right to initiate a threesome. Understand?”

Giggling, each girl nodded and Mom sat bug-eyed but didn’t answer. Abby said, “Oh my, I never thought of that one!”

Priya smiled and replied, “I’m just trying to foresee any of the possibilities to prevent any problems in the future.”

Mom gave me a wry smile and said, “Boy, you get a win/win/win, don’t you?”

Snickering, I replied, “I’m just the toe sucking pussy being led by the ‘weaker sex.’”

“Yeah right!” Mom said with some sarcasm.

Priya looked at Emma and said, “Last but not least, until you and Sean get married, there’s to be no sexual contact of any kind: no petting, humping, masturbation or anything sexual — no matter what you call it. Understood? If you break this rule, you will be punished by having your time with Sean taken away. Got it?”

“Understood,” I replied.

Emma blushed and said, “Understood.”

Priya continued, “As for discussing amongst each other what each of us does with Sean, I think we should, for the most part, keep things open. We can talk about our activities with each other unless that person has a valid reason to keep something private. We are all individuals, with separate intimate lives with Sean. There will be no secrets from each other that will affect any other people in the family than the two involved. Understand?”

Emma looked puzzled and asked, “I’m not sure what that means.”

Priya explained, “We each have confidences we’d like to tell Sean and be sure those confidences are kept secret. But the problem is, all of our lives are intertwined and we need to be as open as possible to prevent conflict and division. If you have a secret that will or does affect the rest of us, then it isn’t wise to try and keep something like that a secret.”

Continuing Priya said, “But if you have a personal issue that you feel doesn’t affect the others and can best be dealt with between you and Sean, then it’s okay. For example, if you, and this is just am example, like to be tied up and hit during sex, I think that that kind of thing needs to be known between all of us.”

“Look, Emma,” Priya said, “that kind of behavior reveals something that might impact the rest of us, because that example has its own causes and effects on how we all approach intimacy. For Aleeya and me, we may do things that might be considered naughty maybe a little nasty, but we don’t do anything that affects the other or causes us pain to find a measure of pleasure. Understand?”

Trying to put things in perspective, Priya commented, “Mom told me when I got married not to be afraid to try new things. Some new you things you will like, others you won’t. You have to find those things you enjoy doing regardless of whether Aleeya or I may like the same things. Understand?”

Nodding, Emma replied, “Yes, I think I understand now.”

Priya added, “If you have something you’re struggling with personally and you feel, with Sean’s agreement, that it can be best handled between the two of you, then it remains private. Does that clear things up?”

“I understand now,” Emma replied.

Priya looked at Mom and said, “I can’t think of anything else for right now. Can you?”

Shaking her head, Mom said, “No, I think you covered the rules for debauchery rather completely for this age group.”

“Talking of logistics,” I said, “I got all the forms I need for the visas. We can take some digital passport photos today and I’ll drop off the applications tomorrow and pick them up on Thursday.”

Mon nodded and said, “Good. Your Dad is contacting our lawyer today about getting your legal custody of Emma expedited. If we can’t get that matter squared away before you return to India, you’ll have to fly back for the hearing and finalize things. Once we have the visas, we’ll book the airline tickets.”

The phone rang and Abby rose to answer it. Speaking of the devil, it was Dad. Mom talked to him for about ten minutes in the study and returned to fill us in.

“That was your father.” Mom began, “He said the lawyer can get a judge to sign a six month temporary custody order until the case works its way through the court docket. It could take up to that long before a hearing date is scheduled. With Sean being a family member, there shouldn’t be any problem. That way, Sean will have legal custody to take Emma out of the country temporarily. You’ll have to sign an affidavit that you’ll return and produce Emma for any hearing(s). He wants you to go to the office today and square that away ASAP.”

“That’s not a problem,” I replied.

Mom sighed, looked at Abby and said, “Well, let’s eat then do what we have to do to get the ball rolling.”

Everyone nodded and murmured their agreements as Abby rose to serve breakfast. After breakfast, I got out the digital camera and took head shots against a white wall of everyone for the visas. Dad and I have work permits that were good for five years and didn’t need visas.

I got ready to leave for Dad’s office, putting the camera’s memory card in my pocket. Emma said, “Can I go with you, Sean?”

Remembering the schedule, Emma blurted, “Oops, I’m sorry, Leeya, can I go with Sean?”

Aleeya smiled and answered, “We’ll both go; is that okay with you Sean?”

“Sure,” I replied. “The more the merrier.”

Emma looked a little disappointed that she couldn’t go alone with me but said nothing. I kissed Priya and Mom goodbye and blew a kiss to Abby as we walked out the door. We piled into the Lexus with Aleeya sitting up front with me, this being her day. Emma wasn’t happy at all about sitting in the back by herself.

We dropped the memory card off at Walmart and I said I’d return to pick up the passport photos. We headed to Dad’s office and arrived about noon. We got there just as Dad was getting ready to go to lunch. We entered his office and he appeared in a rush, so I asked him, “Got an appointment?”

Upon seeing us, he nodded, put down his papers and dug through his files and extracted a couple of documents saying, “Here, you’ve got to sign these, but first let me get Betty in here to notarize them.”

After asking Betty to bring her notary stamp in, Dad came from around his desk and hugged each of the girls. After the hugs and kisses, Dad said, “What’s up? Doing anything special today?”

Shaking my head I replied, “No, just getting the passport photos done and the visa applications completed. I’ll have to brave the morning rush hour and go to the Indian embassy tomorrow and drop everything off. I’ll pick up the passports on Thursday.”

Smiling at the girls Dad replied, “Sounds like a plan. You got here just in time because I was just heading out to have lunch with our lawyer. I’ll give these papers to him and he can get the ball rolling. He told me on the phone that once he has the papers, it’ll only take a few days to get a temporary order signed, but I’ll verify that today. I’ll let everyone know tonight at dinner.”

Just then, Betty came into the office. She read the documents, I signed and she stamped them, handing them over to Dad saying, “Is that all sir?”

Dad patted her shoulder and said, “Yes, thanks Betty, that’s it.”

Giving the girls a quick hug and kiss, he said, “Hate to rush you kids, but I’m gonna be late, so I’d better run. I’ll see you all at dinner tonight, okay?”

We said our goodbyes and Dad left in a flurry. When we were getting in the car to leave, Aleeya said to Emma, “You can sit up front on the way home if you want.”

I was surprised by Aleeya’s comment for two reasons. First, she’d shown a twinge of jealousy the past couple of days and second, I was very proud of my young wife that she had noticed Emma’s sadness at having to sit in the back on the first leg of the trip.

Emma “Eeek’ed” out her happiness saying, “Oh thank you, Leeya, you’re so sweet,” and hurriedly got into the front seat.

I turned, hugged and kissed Aleeya and told her, “That was a really nice thing you did, Baby. I’m proud of you for thinking about her.”

Aleeya looking up with a smile said, “We’re gonna be sisters and I don’t like to see her sad. Besides, I’ll have you tonight, right?”

Smiling, I gave her an emphatic nod and replied, “Right!”

Driving to Walmart, Emma held my hand tightly as we drove, occasionally playing with my fingers. I glanced in the rearview mirror and Aleeya smiled back at me and mouthed the words, “She wants you really bad.”

I silently winked and smiled back. We picked up the passport photos and headed home. Abby was just setting lunch when we arrived. We washed and sat for lunch. Once seated and starting to eat, Mom asked, “Well, how’d things go? Did you get everything signed?”

Swallowing my bite, I replied, “Yeah, we had perfect timing. Dad was getting ready to leave and have lunch with the lawyer when we arrived. He said it should only take a couple of days to get the temporary order signed. He’ll let us know for sure tonight.”

After taking a sip of water, I continued, “I’ll complete all the paperwork today. I’ll have to get go to the post office and get a money order for the fees and tomorrow I’ll take everything to the embassy.”

Swallowing her bite and stirring her salad with her fork Mom replied, “Okay. Moving on, what do you want for your birthday?”

All ears perked up waiting for my reply but I said, “Just a cake’s fine, I thought we could spend the day in Washington and show the girls some of the sights.”

The girls were elated and happy at the chance to see the ‘icons of democracy’ up close and personal. Mom said, “That sounds like a good idea. I haven’t seen a lot of the sights since I was a teenager. It’ll be nice to revisit them now that I’m older and can better appreciate them.”

After lunch I excused myself and went upstairs to my computer to work on the applications. I’d decided to get Priya the PIO card so I wouldn’t have to do this every time we returned to the States for another fifteen years.

I’d been working for about forty-five minutes and was finished, but was now organizing everything when Priya came in and sat down asking, “How’s it going, about finished?”

“Yes,” I replied as I finished organizing everything, “I’m just finishing up. Why? Is there something you want to talk about?”

“Yes,” Priya replied. “It’s about this morning. Emma told me what Aleeya did for her today and I was pleasantly surprised. Aleeya has seemed to have been a little jealous lately and I didn’t think she’d have done that. But there’s another thing.”

Curious, I asked, “What?”

“Well,” she said, “I’ve just had a talk with Aleeya and she feels a little conflicted. She’s happy for Emma and the fact she’ll be a part of our family but she also doesn’t like that fact that she’ll only be with you two nights a week.”

Giving me a smirk Priya said, “I think she wants to take things with you to a new level. You won’t believe what she asked me.”

Now I was curious, so I said to her impatiently, “Oh yeah? What does she have in mind? ”

Giggling Priya said, “She asked me all sorts of questions about our pee games.”

Impatient, surprised and curious, I said, “Oh she did, did she? What did she ask you? Does she want to play?”

Smiling Priya continued, “She asked me what it was like to be peed on, and did you really pee in my butt, and of so, does it really feel good. She then asked me if you really like drinking my pee. She also wanted to know why I liked drinking pee so much.”

Priya was sitting on the edge of the bed. She leaned back on her arms and said, “I told her that I didn’t really know why I like doing all those things so much I just do. As for you liking to drink mine, I told her yes, you enjoy it a lot.”

Getting a little shy about her fetish (and mine), she looked down and went on, “I told her that it hurts a little when you pee inside me because it fills me up so much, but it feels very hot deep inside for a long time and is very pleasurable to me and it makes me cum. I told her that if she tried it, it might hurt her more than me because she’s smaller than me. I also told her when you pee on me it feels very hot and exciting to see.”

Having revealed her inner feelings about the subject, Priya looked up and said, “We talked about everything. She said she understands why watching is so exciting because likes doing it facing you. She told me she likes watching when you’re moving inside her and it gets her worked up even more. She was surprised we both like anal sex better for the same reason: because we’re still small, we can take all of you inside us that way.”

Priya went on to say, “She admitted that she’ll probably ask you to do more with her because the one time the two of you played pee games, she came really hard. She said it was kind of weird but, because she thinks it’s so nasty, she found it very exciting too.”

Leaning forward with her arms on her knees, Priya said, “I think the jealousy thing might have something to do with it also. I think she might feel that if she were more like me, she’d be more of a woman than a child. I told her not to do something she really didn’t want to do and that because you and I do it, isn’t a reason for her to. I finished by telling her that she shouldn’t force herself to do something and only do things she feels very comfortable doing.”

Taking what Priya had said and trying to analyze it at the same time I replied, “Well, tonight’s her night, which by the way she reminded me of, so we won’t have to wait long to find out, will we?”

Priya gave a coy smile and nodded. I finished by saying, “But I’ll talk to her first before we take things any further to make certain that she wants to do it for her and not to compete with you or because I like it.”

Standing and collecting all the papers I said, “I’d better get to the post office and get that money order before dinner.”

Priya stood, gave me a kiss, smiled and said, “Good luck. Father may have been right: you just may very well have three underage nymphos on your hands. Emma’s as horny as an elk in rutting season. Not being able to masturbate has her in a tizzy. In a way I feel sorry for her and I’m not so sure she can hold out. Unfortunately, I think I’ll end up punishing her; that’s if I catch her cheating.”

I replied wryly, “Well she won’t get any help from me! Both you and Mom will have my balls if I did.”

With a giggle we went downstairs. I grabbed a glass of iced tea and sat down at the table contemplating if I had anything else to do while I was out. Priya sat down next to me and we chatted as I looked everything over. Aleeya was sitting across from us and I think she knew that Priya and I were discussing her earlier conversation because she looked on in studied silence.

Abby was making preparations for dinner so I asked her if she needed anything from the store while I was out. She replied, “Thanks, Sean. That reminds me, we need salt and some salad dressing. Can you pick some up?”

“Sure,” I replied, “No problemo.”

Looking at Aleeya I asked, “What’s the matter, Munchkin? Is something bothering you?”

As I was speaking, Emma came back from the powder room and sat down next to Priya. Aleeya looked at Emma, then at me and said, “Nothing, just thinking is all. Can I go with you?”

To politely tell Emma indirectly that I wanted only Aleeya to go, I replied with a smile, “Sure Babe, you want to talk about something while we’re out?”

Emma asked with a hint of sadness, “Where you going?”

Trying to make it sound insignificant I replied, “Just to get a money order and to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner.”

“Oh,” she said quietly.

Not sure that Emma had taken the hint, Aleeya answered, “Yes, there’s something I need to talk about.”

“Okay then,” I said with a smile. “Let’s go!”

Grabbing the keys, we headed to the car. Once on the road, Aleeya was sort of quiet. I figured she wanted to discuss her conversation with Priya (and Priya’s with me), so I decided I’d keep quiet and let her bring it up when she was ready. When she did though, I wouldn’t make it easy for her. She’d have to make her case on her own.

After a few minutes of silence, I put my hand on the gearshift to nudge her to take my hand. She looked at my hand for a moment then put hers on top of mine. In response, I glanced over and looked into her large, brown doe eyes. She gave me a quiet smile. Returning her smile, I looked back at the road.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see she was looking down, as if contemplating. She looked over at me, squeezed my hand to get my attention and said, “She told you, didn’t she?”

I looked at her softly and said, “Who told me what?”

“Priya,” she replied. “Priya told you what she and I talked about, didn’t she?”

Acknowledging her I nodded and confirmed her question and replied, “Yes she did.”

“Well?” she asked.

Playing dumb I replied, “Well what?”

Looking at me curiously she asked, “Well, what do you think?”

Taking my eyes off the road a second to glance at her I said, “What do I think about what?”

Frustrated that I wasn’t making this easy for her Aleeya said, “Why are you answering me with a question? What do you think about what we talked about?”

“What I think,” I began, “is that you were curious about a few things and had a talk with Priya about them, that’s all.”

Getting a little agitated, she said, “Why are you making this so hard for me?”

Knowing I couldn’t talk seriously to her and drive also, I pulled into a shopping center and parked the car. Once parked, I left the car running for the air conditioning and turned in my seat to face her.

I leaned over, kissed her and took her hands in mine saying, “Look. Just because you had a talk with Priya about something and she told me what the two of you talked about doesn’t mean anything. You two talked and that’s that.”

Letting go of her hand with my right hand, I stroked the side of her cheek softly and continued, “If there’s something you wish to discuss or ask me, then now’s the time to do it or, we can talk later if you want; whatever is most comfortable for you. I’m not gonna ask you if you want to do anything more than we’re doing right now because on that subject, your words to me were that you had to think about things.”

Sighing, I went on, “I told you when we got married, if you don’t tell me what you want, or don’t want, I’m not gonna try and make you do something you don’t want to do. If you now want to try some of those things that you didn’t feel ready to do before, you need to tell me specifically what you want to do and why, understand?”

Looking down shyly, Aleeya answered, “Well, remember I told you that I might let you pee on me and maybe let you drink my pee, but I had to think about it first?”

Not giving her an inch I replied, “Yeah, I remember, and?”

“Well,” she said shyly, “I’ve thought about it.”

Again, being unyielding I asked, “And?”

“Darn!” she retorted, “Why are you making this so hard for me?”

Chuckling I said to her, “Because I want to hear from your own mouth what it is you want to do and why. I’m not gonna put any words in your mouth or thoughts in your head. I’m also not going to pull it out of you or lead you in any direction by directing any questions.”

Looking her right in the eyes, I took her other hand again and gave them a quick shake up and down to make my point and said, “There isn’t anything we can’t talk about, is there?”

Aleeya nodded and said, “No.”

“Well then,” I replied with a reassuring smile, “since there are no secrets between us, and I’m not a mind reader, if you wish to expand our intimate life, you need to tell me specifically what it is you want to do and why. I’d enjoy very much doing with you the things you and Priya talked about, but just because Priya and I do these things doesn’t mean you have to. This isn’t about what Priya or I want or like. What you want to do isn’t as important as why you want to do them. Understand? Now, say what you mean and mean what you say.”

Realizing it was time to shit or get off the pot, Aleeya became shy, turned facing forward in her seat and looking down shyly said in a soft quiet voice, “I’m ready, I think, to try some more of those pee games. The reason is, when we played that one night, it was weird and seemed kinda nasty, but I had one of the biggest ‘gasms I’ve ever had.”

Glancing up for a moment to see my understanding smile, I nodded for her to continue. She again lowered her head and went on, “You told me that you’d like to drink my pee and Priya told me that you make her have a ‘gasm when you do. I’d like to try that and see for myself if I like it. Priya also told my when you pee on her, it feels hot and very exciting to watch: I’d like to try that, but I still don’t like the idea of drinking your pee. Maybe if I like these other things I might try it the future, but for now, I won’t do it.”

Looking back up at me with relief that she’d gotten it out said pointedly, “There. I said it. Can we try these new things tonight?”

Smiling I replied with a qualifier, “Yes, if this is what you want to do. Your explanation seems okay to me but I want you to tell me honestly. Can you say to me with complete confidence that you want to do these things for you and no other reason?”

Aleeya looked me straight in the eyes and replied confidently, “Yes. I want to try these things for me and no one else.”

I tickled her ribs and teased her by saying, “Okay then, I’m gonna drink two gallons,” holding up two fingers, “of ice tea tonight so watch out. You’re gonna get it!”

Giggling to my tickling, she shot back, “Oh yeah, well I’ll drink two gallons too and make you drink every drop!”

I turned in my seat to continue our journey, nodded and replied, “Done!”

The rest of the trip to the post office was relaxed and jovial. When we were almost to the grocery story, Aleeya giggled to herself and I asked, “What’s so funny?”

She blushed, giggled again and looking at me sideways coyly answering, “I’m getting all squishy down there remembering that ‘gasm I had the last time we played pee games!”

I gave a laugh, remembering she came really hard and quipped, “Yeah it’s all about them there tingles, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied with some sexiness in her voice, “and the ‘gasms too!”

Chuckling I agreed with, “Can’t forget about the ‘gasms, can we?”

Finishing the repartee´ she retorted, “Nope!”

Having acquired Abby’s shopping list we returned home about four. Abby asked me what took so long and Aleeya and I just smiled as I replied, “Long lines.”

Priya and Emma had decided to go horseback riding and Mom said they were due back soon. Aleeya accompanied me upstairs and once in the bedroom, I filled out the money order and put everything in my briefcase for tomorrow’s trip to the embassy.

While I was concentrating on the paperwork, Aleeya started trying to tickle me. I jokingly told her to stop several times but she kept it up. I set the briefcase down and snatched her up. I heaved her onto the bed and she landed with a bounce on her back. I pounced on top of her and said, “So, you want to tickle do you? Well turn about is far play!” and I began tickling her.

She squirmed, kicked and giggled trying to get away and in between giggles and gasps, she blurted out, “Stop! I’m gonna pee myself!”

I stopped and let her up. She straightened her shirt and hair and turned to me with a devilish look and said almost whispering, “I gotta go pee, wanna watch?”