Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 26: Adoption, Birthdays and More (Mgg, rom, cons, Mg ws)

When I awoke the next morning, Priya was still half lying across my body, holding my now erect member in her hand. Aleeya had shifted during the night and was lying with her back to me, snuggled against the side of my chest with her head in my armpit and her right arm back behind her and laying on my hip.

Priya woke when I stirred and leaned up to peek at Aleeya. She silently motioned for us to get up and go to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and spayed her legs apart and while reaching down to pry open her pussy lips, she looked at me pleading and in a little girl’s voice said, “Please? My little cunny needs a birthday washing.”

I smiled, said “Happy Birthday Sweetheart,” and without further ado, began to piss, bringing my flow up to wash across her clit. She giggled and said, “I’m such a nasty, bald pussied little girl!”

Laughing, I said, “Okay you bald pussy little harlot, let’s get cleaned up and wake up Aleeya.” We washed and dressed, and Priya giggled and said, “Go ahead, wake her up with kisses.”

I pulled back the duvet and she must have felt a chill because in her sleep, she was reaching around, searching for the covers. I kissed the sole of her foot and she pulled it back, probably tickled. I took her foot gently, so as not to wake her and began to suck her little toes. She smiled and half giggled in her sleep, then began to slowly wiggle her toes in my mouth.

Priya was holding her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as she looked on. I then leaned over and kissed the tiny beige dot on her chest that would one day grow into her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at me as if to say, “What are you doing?” She then smiled and said, “You just kissed my baby booby.”

“Yes,” I replied with a smile, “and a very tasty baby booby it is!”

She said, “You’re a bad boy! But I like doing secret things with you. Am I a bad girl?”

“No, you’re not a bad girl, just a little naughty.”

Giggling she leapt to her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck, laying kisses all over my cheeks and said, “I love you, Sean, and I can’t wait to be your wife!”

Teasing her, I said, “Well, you never know, ask Priya. I can be a bad, bad boy sometimes.”

“Priya and I will have to beat your butt when you’re a bad boy!”

“Oh no, not that! Please don’t beat my butt!”

Priya pushed me down on the bed and said to Aleeya, “Let’s get him, beat his butt good!”

Giggling, both girls began to paddle me as I feigned pain.

We got Aleeya washed and dressed, said prayers and went downstairs to breakfast. As soon as we walked into the dining room, Mom and Dad yelled, “Happy Birthday, Priya!” We were eating and Dad was teasing Aleeya that he was a mean old man and that he liked to eat little girls for breakfast. Aleeya, not meaning to, made us all laugh when she said, “Well, I’m not too big, and I’m not a lot to eat. In fact, I’m kinda skinny. Do you really eat little girls for breakfast?”

Dad laughed and said, “No, I was just having fun with you.”

Not seeing the humor in it, she simply replied, “Oh.” and went on eating.

The doorbell rang, and Mom said, “Who can that be? We certainly don’t need any more surprises.”

Pita answered the door then walked into the dining room with a big manila envelope, which she handed to me. I looked at the return address and it was from the American embassy in New Delhi addressed to Priya Michaels.

I opened it and read the cover letter with everyone looking on. I said, “It’s Priya’s visa paperwork. She has to go get a physical, some shots, and a criminal report and fill out another form and then return it to the embassy in order to get an interview date for her visa.”

Mom and Dad gave a sigh of relief. Priya looked around while taking a bite of food and said, “Things are looking up. Nice birthday present, huh, Father?”

Dad smiled at her and said, “It sure is, Sweetie, it sure is.”

Mom said, “I’m so happy for you, Priya!”

To get Priya out of the house so Mom could get things ready for her party, I told Aleeya that Priya and I were taking her shopping for new clothes and to buy Priya some gifts. I stopped by the jewelers to pick up the gifts I’d ordered and it took a little sleight of hand, but I was able to keep Priya from seeing I’d bought her something also. While we were there, I told Priya that we couldn’t buy Aleeya wedding rings, so Priya suggested a platinum necklace with a one-caret diamond pendant surrounded with diamond clusters instead. She said that I could give it to her as a wedding announcement present at her party tonight. I agreed, saying it was a perfect idea, so we bought it.

The girls proceeded to drag me through two malls and nearly wore out my credit card, but Aleeya ended up with a new wardrobe, including under things (a lot of yellow panties) and sleepwear. After returning home, we showered, dressed and said evening prayers and went downstairs to start receiving Priya’s family for the buffet dinner and party.

People started arriving about five-thirty and by six, everyone seemed to be here except Mahmoud. I asked Adib where he was and he said Mahmoud felt ashamed to show his face and was at home. I asked Adib to have our driver take him over and bodily drag him here if he had to.

Adib arrived with a sullen and withdrawn Mahmoud about thirty minutes later. I told him to act like a man, be a part of this family and to be happy for his daughter and favorite niece. That seemed to snap him out of his funk and I told him to go get something to eat.

After everyone had eaten, Mom sat Priya in a chair in the middle of the patio to start opening her gifts. She received a lot of clothes and a few pairs of shoes. Aleeya and I secretly bought Priya an opal ring from Aleeya to her new sister. Aleeya stood giggling as she opened it and when Priya saw what it was, Aleeya jumped on her lap hugging her and said, “You are my special sister and I wanted to get you something that showed you how pretty you make me feel!”

Priya cried with joy, kissing her sister with little pecks all over her face. Mom and Dad bought Priya a beautiful set of ruby and diamond earrings. I bought her a two caret, square cut emerald necklace and she about fainted when she saw it.

Me Ma jokingly said, “Sean, you know Muslim law allows you four wives. I’m waiting patiently,” batting her eyelashes like a giddy schoolgirl.

I laughed and replied, “Me Ma, I think you’re more woman than I could handle!”

She didn’t miss a beat and rebutted with, “Oh, you beautiful, blonde haired boy. You’d die a very happy man!”

My mother had to cross her legs to keep from pissing herself! Mahmoud came over and knelt at Priya’s feet, bowed his head and said to her, “I am so ashamed, but I have no gift to give you, but you know you have always been dearest to my heart.”

Priya, with tears in her eyes said to him as she laid her hand on his cheek, “You’ve given me the greatest gift of all, your precious Aleeya as my sister! What greater gift can there be?”

He hung his head in her lap and cried.

I thought it fitting to make sure Mahmoud was brought back into the fold with dignity, so I said loudly for everyone to hear, “Mahmoud? Your whole family is here and will agree with me that the tragedy of the past few days wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing for them to forgive. I love you as if the same blood flows through our veins.”

I had him stand, and with my hand in his, I asked him, “As our family as witnesses, I ask you for the hand of your daughter in marriage. Priya and I would be honored to have her as a part of our family, and I vow to honor and cherish her all the days of my life. Priya has consented to love her as a sister and guide her in life as a mother.”

He cried out, “Allah has covered my shame with love and salvation for my child!”

He then asked Aleeya to take his hand. He asked her, “If this is what you want for your life, I give my consent. Do you wish to be a bride to Sean?”

She hugged him around his legs and said, “Oh yes, Daddy, I want it more than anything in the world!”

Priya then nodded to me and I knelt down and had her face me, and I asked her, “Aleeya, Will you trust me with your heart to make you feel safe, loved and happy for all of your life? Would you be my wife and a sister to Priya?”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Allah hears even my little prayers! You know how much I love you, Sean. You always know how to make me feel loved and safe. Wait and see I’ll try my best to learn how to be a good Muslim wife for you! Priya will teach me, won’t you?”

Priya was crying and smiling with love at her, nodded, and then they hugged. Everyone was in tears and clapping. Mom and Dad went to her, knelt and gave her a group hug and kisses.

I pulled the velvet box from my pocket and I turned Aleeya to face me. I said to her, “You’re too small and you will grow a lot over the coming years, so we can’t buy you a wedding ring, but instead, let this be a sign of our love. I opened the box and withdrew the necklace.

She saw the diamonds and with wide-eyed amazement, she said, “For me? It’s really for me?”

“It’s for you dear. It is yours forever.”

I put the necklace around her neck and clasped it shut. She sat on the floor, holding the diamonds in her hand staring at them, oblivious to anyone else in the room.

She had tears running down her little cheeks as she rose and ran to her Me Ma and said, “You were right, Me Ma, look! They sparkle, just like my heart is sparkling inside right now!”

Me Ma took her little face in her hands and kissed both of her cheeks and replied, “Let your heart sparkle like this for the rest of your life!”

Sarah and Haseeba ran to her to see her necklace. Sarah with bug-eyed awe said, “My God! Look at all those diamonds! It must have cost a fortune!”

Salima said, “Now, now there.”

Aleeya, proud of her badge of betrothal said, “It’s because I’m worth it!”

Mom busted out laughing louder than anyone and cheered her on and said, “You go girl! Tell ‘em to eat their hearts out!”

After another hour of congratulations, the food eaten and everyone pawing at Aleeya’s necklace, the party slowly ebbed to a close. Priya and I felt proud that we had been able to keep our promise to Aleeya and give her the dream she’d asked everyone to help her obtain. And, that I felt that I had helped to heal a tear in what I had come to believe was a close and loving family.

Later in bed, we explained to Aleeya that because of her age, and things we would explain in more detail later, she had to keep the fact that she was going to get married a secret. She couldn’t tell anyone outside the family what her necklace really meant. She seemed to understand, but was a little sad because like all new and expectant brides, she wanted to share her joy.

The next week went along pretty uneventfully. Priya took off a day of school, went to the designated hospital for her physical, shots and chest X-ray. She obtained a copy from the police department showing she had no criminal record and filled out the form.

I went to work every day with Dad while Mom watched Aleeya at home

In the meantime, Aleeya’s adoption had cleared. Mahmoud, Priya’s parents and mine along with Priya, Aleeya and I had to go to the Indian office for Adoption Affairs to finalize Aleeya’s adoption. Because I was an American citizen, there was a representative from the embassy there; guess who? You got it! It was Paul Whitford.

He looked at me and jokingly said, “What are you trying to do, scoop up all the pretty young girls in India?”

Laughing, I said, “No. Aleeya here is Priya’s cousin and has been a victim of physical abuse and her father doesn’t have the means or anyone to care for the child while he works, so, I’m adopting her.”

“Well,” Paul began, “since you’re an American citizen and your adoption of this foreign child has been finalized and approved, she automatically becomes an American citizen. Here’s her passport. She’s now your child legally and with her American citizenship and passport, you can take her back and forth from the U.S. as with any other American child. Remember though, she’s no longer an Indian citizen, which means you’ll have to take her and her passport, along with the adoption papers and your passport to get her a visa to stay here in India while you’re here.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I thought I’d have to apply for her citizenship and passport.”

Paul said, “We handle things this way because usually the adoptive parents or an adoption agency custodian take the child directly to the U.S. after the adoption is finalized and the child is handed over to his or her new parents. This way there are no problems getting the child enrolled in school or things like that. Well, Aleeya, how do you like your new daddy?”

“I love my new daddy. I’ll love him forever and ever!”

We shook hands and Paul said, “Good luck with your new daughter. By the way, did you get your wife’s paperwork?

“Yes, thank you,” I said. “We have it all filled out and completed. When can I bring it in?”

He said, “Just drop it off to my secretary and I’ll push things up and send you an interview date. Make sure she has a valid Indian passport that’s good for at least six months.”

“Already taken care of, it’s new and good for six years.”

“Good, I’ll send you a date next week sometime, okay?”

“Fine, I’ll wait to hear from you. Thanks again and bye, Paul.”

“Goodbye, Sean, Priya, and you too, Miss Aleeya Michaels!”

Aleeya smiled up and said, “Goodbye, Mr. America.”

We all parted laughing at her innocent attempt to be polite.

On the way home, Adib confided in Dad and I that Mahmoud had lost his business when word of what happened got out and he was basically destitute and severely depressed. I told Dad that Mahmoud had a delivery service, knew the ins and outs out the city, and that training him for our shipping department wouldn’t take much and that I wanted to offer him a job. He thought that was a good idea, but that Mahmoud would probably take it better coming from him than me, so Dad said he’d make the offer.

Adib was profusely grateful for our concern for his brother and started to mist. Dad said not to worry about it. That’s what friends are for, and besides, with Aleeya now with Sean, he was family. Adib was still tearfully grateful.

Priya was now going to school every day and I was working daily also. Dad helped me finish implementing my new shipping procedures and made some suggestions about combining some of the manufacturing processes to cut costs and speed up production. Mom took on the duty of looking after Aleeya during the day.

Mom, Salima and Me Ma began to make the arrangements for Aleeya’s and my wedding. It seemed like all the women in the family, even Sarah and Haseeba became involved and were happy for Aleeya and at the same time curiously enthralled at the idea of a multiple wife marriage in their family. This generation of kids had no experience with this issue, only having a common knowledge that these marriages existed.

Aleeya, of course, was ecstatic and overjoyed at knowing the whole family’s efforts were centered on her. Mom said that Aleeya was most overjoyed at the attention she was getting during the designing and fitting of her wedding clothes. She was simply overwhelmed that she would ever wear such beautiful clothes in her life.

Her Me Ma seemed to take a special interest in picking out Aleeya’s wedding garb, even to the point of helping design the intricate patterns of the embroidery work and the materials used.

When the women were in the limo on the way home from one of these fittings, Aleeya asked her grandmother, “Me Ma, what will happen on my wedding night? I heard some women at the shop say it would be very painful and I’ll bleed a lot. What did they mean?”

Me Ma hugged her to her breast and said, “Do you think Sean would hurt you?”

“No, Me Ma. Sean would never hurt me. He loves me and said he’d never hurt me.”

“Then believe Sean. You may be too young to understand child, but you will now spend the rest of your life with Sean and Priya. A husband’s job is to protect and love his wives. He needs you to trust that he will protect you — not hurt you.

“Sean will make your wedding night something you will remember with love all of your life. Marriage is supposed to make a girl feel happy and loved in special ways with your husband that no one else can make you feel. Because you are such a tiny girl, you will not be able to do some of those things. Things like Sean and Priya do, but your husband will take care of you. Because he loves you, he will find ways to make you happy that you will be happy to do with him. Do you understand?”

“I believe you, Me Ma, and I trust Sean won’t hurt me.”

“Child, you need to tell me the truth and be completely honest. You are really too young to be a bride and a wife. It’s only because of special reasons we are letting you do this when you are still very, very young. You do not understand your body yet and there are many things in life you have no knowledge of. Does the thought of getting married scare you? Are you afraid that you won’t be happy?”

“I’m not scared of Sean or Priya, but those women scared me when they said I’d be hurt and bleed. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. I’m happy with Sean and Priya and I believe that they only want to make me happy and safe, but will I have to be hurt?”

“No child. Remember what you told your Auntie? That love doesn’t hurt, it heals?

“I remember.”

“Well you’re right, it doesn’t hurt, and Sean won’t hurt you. None of us would ever let anyone ever hurt you again. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, I feel much better now.”

“Good. Be a happy little bride, and always trust your husband to protect you and keep you safe. Sean is a good and gentle man; he’ll be very gentle and loving with you. I know it in my heart.”

“I do too, Me Ma.”

“Good. Hold onto that as your strength and courage to be a good wife all of your life and Allah will bless you with beautiful children when it’s the right time for you to be a mother.”

“I will. I’ll be a good mother and never beat my babies.”

“I know you will, Sweetheart, I know you will.”

After dropping off Salima and her mother, Mom brought Aleeya home and got her cleaned up for dinner while Priya was finishing her homework. I was in the study with Dad discussing Mahmoud. Aleeya was watching TV in the living room, so Mom called Priya into the study with us.

She related the events in the limo, what the women at the shop had said that scared Aleeya and her grandmother’s remarks to her. Mom said to Priya, “I think you need to teach Aleeya about her body. She needs to have at least a simple understanding of her body parts, where and what they are, and what they are there for.”

“As a mother, I normally wouldn’t give this kind of instruction to a girl until she’s about nine or ten, but she’s getting married in a few weeks and she needs to know a little about her body. Can you handle it, or do you want me to teach her?”

“No,” Priya said, “I’m responsible for her and I can teach her what I think she needs to know, but could you be there with me to help me if I need it?”

“Sure,” Mom replied. “I’d be happy to help you in any way I can.”

Priya sighed and said, “Well, I guess after dinner would be as good a time as any. Will that be okay?”

Mom smiled and said, “That’s fine. We’ll begin after dinner.”

Dad, still not comfortable with the reality of his son marrying a four year-old child said, “This is the part I’m really having trouble with. I have no idea how a grown man can be intimate with a baby like that and have her grow up normal.”

Mom said to Dad, “It’s easy, John, you treat her like any other woman wants to be treated: with gentleness, tenderness and love. Priya’s twelve now and she sure doesn’t seemed traumatized by having an active sex life, does she?”

Dad replied, “No, but Priya’s twelve going on thirty: she’s not your average twelve year-old. Sean, you can’t really consider actually… you know, ‘doing it’ with her are you?”

“No, Dad,” I began. “I don’t think she’ll be ready for actual penetration for a few years. But then, I think I’ll let her make that decision. What do you think I am, a monster?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “it’s just I’m having a hard time dealing with this. It brings back a terrible memory”

Mom put her hand on Dada’s and said, “John, please forgive me, but I told Sean about the incident in Viet Nam the day I called you when we were talking about child abuse and how you felt about it.”

“Don’t worry, Dad, I’d never hurt her.”

Mom said, “I know you wouldn’t, Sean, it’s just a touchy subject, even when it’s done with care.”

I didn’t want to discuss it any further with Dad: he was just too sensitive about it. I told Priya, “Get Aleeya ready for dinner, it looks like tonight you have to begin some preschool sex Ed,” I left chuckling for the dining room.

We sat and ate in subdued and relative quite. Aleeya noticed the lack of conversation and most notably, the concerned look on Dad’s face. She asked him, “What’s wrong, Poppy? Aren’t you happy today?”

Dad smiled and replied, “Seeing you, child can always make me happy. Are you happy?”

“Oh yes, Poppy, I’m really happy. Priya said I’m gonna get some lessons about my ‘choochie’ tonight. What’s a ‘choochie’?”

Dad laughed and replied, “I think the word is coochie. It’s about secret girl things. You know; things girls talk about with other girls?”

“Oh,” she said.

After dinner, Dad and I went to the den and sat down to lay out an outline of what we needed to do for the wedding preparations while the girls went upstairs for their girl-to-girl talk about choochies.

It didn’t take us long to finish the details for all the events and the wedding, having just been through it a few months earlier. I asked Dad, “What am I worth, Dad?”

He said, “Funny you should ask, I just met with our accountant last week and you’re worth, right now, about one hundred million. Why?

I told him I wanted my will changed to start a trust in the same amount as Priya’s and that I’d like to create a trust of about ten million as a college fund for all of the Haaseem children. I told him that I’d feel guilty being a part of their family and not being able to help all of the family’s children get a good education.

He said, “I’m so proud of you, Son. I can’t think of a better way to invest your money than in the lives of your family. I’ve done the same thing for the younger kids in your mother’s and my families. I’ll have the lawyer draw up the papers and see that it gets done.”

“Thanks, Dad. I knew you’d understand.”

Dad looked at his watch and said, “What are those girls doing up there, they’ve been up there an hour and a half? I wonder if they’re giving her the whole lesson on the creation.”

I laughed and said, “I don’t know, but you know how it is when more than two girls get together: it becomes a convention.”

Dad laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re probably right, especially with your mother present. Boy, can she talk when she gets started!”

We just sat back and watched a basketball game, waiting for the girls to return.

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Meanwhile, events unfolded upstairs in the bedroom…

After closing the bedroom door, Mom and Priya looked at each other with little Aleeya looking up at them waiting to begin her lessons on ‘choochies’. Evidently, Aleeya was growing impatient and asked Mom and Priya, “Well, are you gonna teach me about choochies or what?”

They both laughed, and Priya said to Mom, “Where to begin?”

Mom smiled and shrugged her shoulders and replied, “I guess at the beginning.”

Priya knelt down on one knee and said to Aleeya, “Mom and I are going to try and help you understand your body: a girl’s body. We are all girls and our bodies are all the same, but we are all different because girls come in all shapes and sizes. Look at yourself, Aleeya. You’re very tiny because you are just becoming a young girl. In some ways, your body is still like a baby girl’s. Let’s get undressed and sit on the bed. I think it will be easier to explain if you can see what we mean.”

Mom looked at Priya, not really expecting to get undressed for this lesson, as if to say, “This isn’t what I was thinking.”

Aleeya went to the side of the bed, flipped off her dress and then dropped her drawers in one fell swoop and climbed on the bed to sit facing them with her legs splayed open and holding her feet with her heels pressed to each other.

Priya got undressed and climbed on the bed beside her with Mom still standing by the door. Aleeya said, “Well, Auntie, are you going to get undressed too?”

Mom gave a sigh of resignation and walked to the edge of the bed saying, “When in Rome…” and began to get undressed.

Priya got up, went to the bathroom and returned holding a hand mirror. She sat back on the bed, setting the mirror beside her. Again, Mom and Priya looked at each other wondering who was going to start. Mom took the lead and said to Aleeya, “Remember our talk in the park when you asked me about the secret things husbands and wives do together?”

Aleeya nodded and replied, “I remember. You said that I didn’t need to know yet and that if I was getting married, you’d talk about them to me.”

“That’s exactly right. It’s now time to teach you some of those things, but you need to know more about your body so that when the time comes on your wedding night, you might understand better what to do, how your body works and why you may feel some of the things you will feel. We don’t want you to be frightened or scared.”

Priya began with, “As you can see, we are all girls. We all have the same bodies, but each of us is different. You are very small. I am bigger than you, but I’m not as big as Mom.

“Your skin is like the color of honey, mine is dark brown like chocolate and Mom’s is white. We all have boobies. You don’t look like you have them yet because yours haven’t begun to grow. Mine are small and just starting to grow, but Mom’s are fully-grown and bigger. They are called breasts, but you can call them boobies if you like or titties. Aleeya looked at all their chests, then at Priya and said, “Can I touch yours?”

Priya nodded.

Aleeya reached out and softly ran her hand over Priya’s breast, then cupped it in her hand and gently squeezed. Aleeya said, “They’re very soft!” Priya’s nipple poked out, and Aleeya giggled and asked, “Why did that happen?”

Priya said to her, “They are very sensitive to being touched. That little bump is called a nipple. When you have babies, your boobies will grow and fill up with milk and your baby will suck it and drink milk from your body.”

Priya reached over, and with the pad of her finger, began to gently rub it across Aleeya’s beige spot on her chest. After a couple of seconds, Aleeya’s tiny nipple, about the size of the tip of a pen perked itself up and out of her half-inch areola. Aleeya immediately covered her nipple with her hand and said, “Oh my! That sent tingles through me and I could feel it in my pee-pee!

“Auntie, can I feel your boobies?”

Mom smiled and said, “Yes, you may.”

Aleeya reached over and cupped my mother’s breast softly and said, “Wow! Your boobies are really big, and very soft like a pillow. Why are your nipples so big and pink and Priya’s are shaped different and dark brown and mine are a pinkish brown?”

Mom chuckled and said, “It’s our skin color. The different colors of our skin make our nipples a different color too.”

Priya placed a couple of pillows against the headboard and leaned back against them and spread her legs. She said to Aleeya, “If you look between your legs, and then at me, you can see we are basically made the same way, except, just like our boobies, we’re all shaped a little differently.

Mom was getting a little embarrassed, but slowly opened her legs for Aleeya’s inspection. Aleeya craned her head down to inspect her groin, then looked at Priya and over at Mom.

She looked at Mom, giggled and said, “Wow! You sure got a lot of hair down there!”

Mom laughed out loud and remarked, “Yeah, it looks like I could use a hair cut down there doesn’t it?”

Priya giggled and said, “When a girl becomes a woman, she grows hair there. You will too.”

Looking back at Priya’s crotch, Aleeya commented, “You haven’t got any like me. Are you gonna get hair there too?”

Priya blushed and said, “I had some hair there, but I had it removed.”

“Why?” Aleeya asked.

“Because our husband likes the feel of soft smooth skin without any hair.”

Mom cocked an eyebrow at this newfound fetish of her son and quipped, “Oh yeah?” Priya blushed again and nodded.

Priya went on by explaining, “If you look closely, you’ll see what looks like two lips between your legs, we all have them. Yours are really big and fat like a baby girl’s, mine are still kind of fat, but Moms are thinner. Mom’s looks longer, but that’s because she’s a bigger woman than we are. They’re real name is called labia, but everyone just calls them lips because that’s what they look like.”

Aleeya spent a few minutes comparing each other and said, “I see, we’re all the same, but different too.”

Mom said, “Yes, that’s what makes each of us special, God made us all a little different. There’s no one else in the world exactly the same.”

Priya leaned back, and with her thumb and forefinger spread her lips apart. She then said to Aleeya, “Now look closely, because this is where everything important that you need to remember about being a girl is. It’s inside your lips.

“See this piece of skin at the top of this groove?”

“Yes, I see it” Aleeya said with her head inches away from Priya’s opened pussy.

“This skin is called a hood. It’s called that because it covers a very sensitive bump and protects it.”

Priya applied pressure to the back of her hood to expose her clit. She told Aleeya, “See this little bump, it looks something like a tiny, tiny finger sticking out, do you see it?”

“Yes, I can see it,” she said.

Priya said, “This is called a clit, but you can call it your tingle button because if it’s touched, it will give you lots of tingly electric-like shocks that make you feel very, very good

“Now, look down a little bit. Do you see a tiny hole there in the center, a little down from my tingle button?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Aleeya answered, and she barely touched it with her finger and asked, “Is this the hole you’re talking about?”

Priya jumped a little, not expecting to be touched there and giggled and said, “Yes, Dear, that’s it. This is where you go pee-pee from. When you go pee, it comes out this little hole. Now, look down a little further. Can you see what looks like an opening: kind of like a small opening going inside my body?”

“Yes, I see it. What’s that hole for?”

“This hole,” Priya began, “is your very secret place. This is what makes us a woman. It’s there for two reasons. This is very important and very sacred, Aleeya, so remember what I tell you.

“This is where Sean will put his thingy when you are bigger so that you can be joined together as one body. This is where he will put his sperm, the juice that makes a baby, inside you when your body grows and you’re old enough to have a baby. You call it your pee-pee but its real name is a vagina, but you can call it your coochie or cunny or pee-pee if you like. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so. He’ll put his thingy inside me and give me his baby juice and put a baby inside my belly, right?”

“That’s right, Sweetheart.”

“Now, if you look all the way down, you can see another hole. You know what that hole is, don’t you?”

‘Yeah, that’s your poopy hole, right?”

“Right. Now, you come up here and lay back like I am so you can see the same parts on yourself. Here, hold this mirror so you can see.”

Priya switched places with Aleeya and spread her legs open as far as they’d go. With her thumb and forefinger, she peeled open Aleeya’s fat little peach. Aleeya looked at herself with the mirror. Priya traced her finger over Aleeya’s clitoral hood and said, “See this skin? This is your hood. It protects your tingle button.”

Priya pulled her hood back gently and said, “See that tiny, pebble-like round dot under the skin?”

“I think I see it,” see responded.

Priya began to rub the side of her clitty with the pad of her finger. Aleeya snapped her legs closed and exclaimed, “Wow, tingly electric shocks on the inside my pee-pee! Oops, I mean my coochie.”

Priya said, “That, Sweetie is your tingle button.”

Aleeya looked over at Mom and said, “Your tingle button is pretty big. I bet you get lots and lots of tingles, huh?”

Mom laughed and said, “Yeah, it tingles pretty good!”

Mom and Priya looked at each other and giggled knowing she was paying close attention.

Priya went on to say, “And this is where you go pee from,” and touched her urethra.

Aleeya looking in the mirror said, “I see it now.”

Priya moved down and said to her “See this really tiny opening? Can you see it?”

Aleeya strained as she looked at herself in the mirror and said, “Yes, it looks like a tiny, dark pink spot?”

Priya said, “Yes, that’s it. And can you see this tiny little piece of skin?” As she asked, Priya gently brushed her finger over it.

Aleeya said, “Yes. It’s just sort of hanging there.”

Priya said, “That’s it. That’s the piece of skin that tore when you hit the table the other day. It bled because it tore away. That piece of skin covered your secret place. Here is where your secret place is. Do you understand?”

“I understand, and that’s where Sean will put his thingy and make a baby in me, right?”

“Right,” Mom said. “I’m so proud of you! You’re such a big girl to understand all of this.”

Mom went on to tell Aleeya, “Do you remember that I told you it was very bad to let someone touch you in these places? And that only your husband can touch you there?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Mom took a deep breath and began again, “On your wedding night, Sean will do those secret things we talked about. He’ll touch you in all of these places and maybe even kiss or lick you there to make you feel special. Does that idea frighten you?”

‘No… well, maybe a little, but I think I’ll be shy. Priya said it would feel wonderful and it wouldn’t hurt. So I think I can let him do that. Is that those secret things what husbands and wives do together?”

Mom nodded and said, “And you can do those things to him, if you want. Does that frighten you any?”

“No, but I’ll be shy because I don’t know how to do those things.”

Priya took her hand and said, “Neither did I, but Sean will be understanding and teach you. He won’t make you feel bad if you make a mistake. Does that make you feel better?”

“Whew! A whole lot better! I know Sean, he’ll make me feel really special won’t he, Sister?”

Smiling she nodded and replied, “Yes, my sister, he will. He’ll make you feel very special indeed!

“Now, let me warn you, Aleeya and you’d better obey me. Like I told you before, it’s a sin to touch yourself in any way to give yourself those special feelings. Only your husband can do that. God doesn’t like that! A good wife goes to her husband for those feelings. And finally, do not talk about what you do in the bedroom with anyone, except Mom or me. Do you understand?”

Mom looked at Priya puzzled for a moment as she replayed the remark in her head. She assumed from the remark that Aleeya had been, in some way, already introduced to these feelings, but decided she’d rather not know and kept silent. Priya, seeing my Mom’s look out of the corner of her eye, pretended not to see it and continued looking at Aleeya.

“”Yes, Sister, I understand.”

“You better, because if you disobey me, I will punish you and not let you share secret time with Sean until you’ve learned your lesson. I really mean this, Aleeya — it’s important. There is something else you need to understand. Would you like it if the police or someone else took you away from Sean and me forever?”

“No!”

“Then you mustn’t ever tell anyone outside the family that you’re married. Do you understand? A lot of people could go to jail!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re only four and really too young to be married. When you are older, Sean will tell you when it’s right to tell others, but this must be a family secret. Do – you – understand? To the world, Sean is your Daddy, okay?”

“I promise. I will never disobey you, Sister. I will be obedient to you all my life. Me Ma said that is the duty of the second wife, only behind pleasing my husband. I promise with all my heart to obey you always!”

“You’ll be a good wife, Aleeya and I know you will do what’s right to protect our family. Now, get ready for bed and go down and kiss Sean and Poppy goodnight, okay?”

‘Okay, and thank you, Auntie and Sister for teaching about secret things.”

Mom kissed her and said, “You’re welcome, Baby. I know you’ll be just fine.”

Priya said, “I feel happy to be your sister and teacher. You make me feel very proud and important. Now, get ready for bed!” She then gave her a playful swat on her bare little butt.

As Aleeya was in the bathroom obediently doing her bedtime ritual, Mom and Priya got dressed and went downstairs to the report to the men.

When the women came into the den, Dad looked at Mom like he was a nervous wreck. Priya looked at Dad and me and said, “She’s getting ready for bed. She’ll be down if a few minutes to say goodnight.”

Mom sat down on the sofa started to giggle a little and was shaking her head. Dad looked at her quizzically and asked, “What? What’s so funny?”

Mom couldn’t stop giggling, blushed a bright pink and said to Dad, “Well, she’s certainly had her female rite of passage,” and kept giggling.

I looked at Priya and she shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn’t have a clue why Mom was acting this way. Dad, impatient and wanting more information, said to Mom, “Joan, for Christ sakes, what’s so damn funny? This is a serious issue here!”

Mom stopped giggling for a moment as she used her hand to symbolically wipe away her grin said to Dad, “It’s just I didn’t think Priya would handle things the way she did. Priya used the age old girl puberty thing to explain and show Aleeya what was what. Priya had us all undress and sit on the bed in a circle to compare body parts. I just remembered that this was the first time I’d done anything like that since I was thirteen.

“A bunch of my girlfriends and I had a sleepover one night, and, being curious about each of our stages of development, undressed and compared ourselves with each other. Just like back then, I was upstairs with my legs splayed open holding my labia open like a Penthouse whore for comparison and inspection by a four year-old! I just thought it was funny when I remembered my puberty days, that’s all.”

We all laughed, especially as Dad and I tried to picture this vision of show and tell.

Mom, almost having stopped her giggling said to Dad, “You don’t have to worry about that little girl! All of her feminine charms might be tiny, but they sure as hell work just fine!”

Even I was curious about that remark, but Dad beat me to the punch and asked, “What the hell does that mean?”

Mom said, “Oh, John, lighten up will you? When Priya was explaining her body parts, she touched Aleeya on the body part she was explaining so she’d know exactly what Priya meant. When Aleeya touched Priya’s breast, her nipple became erect and Aleeya wanted to know why, so Priya stroked Aleeya’s tiny areola and her BB sized nipple erected also. She made the comment that she felt it tingle all the way down to her pee-pee!”

Dad smiled and shook his head.

Mom continued, “The best part though, was when Priya was explaining about her tingle button: you know, her little clitty. Anyway, Aleeya was having a hard time seeing it because it’s so small, so Priya began to rub the side of it with her finger. Well, she found out it works just fine because she snapped her legs closed and said, “Wow, electric shocks in my coochie!”

Dad just smiled shaking his head said, “Well, I’ll be damned. I never would have believed it!”

Mom said to Priya, “I am so proud of the loving way you taught and explained things to her. No mother could have done any better!”

She blushed looking at me and said, “I’ve had a good teacher.”

Aleeya came skipping into the den wearing a Sponge Bob nightshirt. She jumped on her Poppy’s lap and said quietly, “I know what a coochie is now.”

Priya gave her a stern look and said, “Aleeya, what did I tell you? Do you want to be punished?”

Looking down, she replied, “No, Sister.”

She then smiled at my dad and said, “I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”

Dad smiled and kissed her on the cheek and said, “I think it’s a secret you should keep, okay?”

“Okay, Poppy.”

She then ran to Mom and hugged her tightly and said almost in a whisper, “Auntie, I hope I’m as beautiful as you when I get to be as big as you.”

My mother started to get misty and said to her, “You don’t know how beautiful you just made me feel, Sweetheart!”

She then jumped into Priya’s lap and said to her, “Thank you, Sister, I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on and obey you. I love you a whole bunches!”

Priya hugged her back and said, “And I love you more, little sister!”

Priya stood with her future sister wife, cradling her under her tiny butt and brought her to me. Aleeya leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big, closed mouth, mushy kiss and whispered in my ear, “You can have all my secret places!” and giggled in Priya’s arms as she carried the child to bed.