Child Bride of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 27: Revelations (Mgg, rom, no sex)

I awoke the next morning sandwiched between two young girls: my twelve year-old wife and my four year-old espoused second wife. This was a position I could get used to very quickly. Both Priya and Aleeya had their heads on my chest, Priya, nude on my right and Aleeya, in panties on my left.

I lay there and lightly caressed their bare backs as they slept. I loved the feel of my wife’s chocolate skin, and I compared it to the honey colored skin of my four year old, soon-to-be bride.

They both were silky smooth and I lowered my hand to hold a butt cheek in each hand. Priya’s was soft, spongy and firm about the size of a half cantaloupe, while little Aleeya’s panty-clad butt that was so small I could hold both of her cheeks in my hand.

I reached up and slid my hand under the waistband of Aleeya’s panties and held her tiny cheek in my hand. Because she’s so small and tiny it was very soft, yet more tightly firm and hard due to the lack of flesh. I slowly slid my finger down the crack of each girl’s butt and came to a stop with the pad of my finger lying against the dimpled opening of each girl’s anus.

Priya’s was larger, maybe about the diameter of a quarter and more pliant as I pressed against it. She was naturally more experienced and receptive to penetration there even in her sleep, and even enjoyed having anal sex probably as much, if not more than vaginal sex.

Though Aleeya was small, her opening was a tad smaller than a nickel and closed tightly shut. When I touched her there, she reflexively clenched herself closed making a hard, rigid barrier. I wondered if and when I’d be able to have her there. I became erect at the thought of having all of this tiny child’s virginities.

I thought back to the night I had fantasized I was having sex with her when I was actually with Priya. The thoughts I was having now had a different tone. They somehow didn’t seem perverse, and the demon had not tormented me for quite some time.

When I thought about it, I realized that it was the fact that Priya now knew and had opened my eyes to the deceptions. I believed I somehow knew that the lasciviousness of those torments was gone, but there was still the undeniable fact that I did indeed enjoy the idea of being with a young girl.

I never expected to be with a child as young as Aleeya, but knowing the day would come when this babe would willingly give herself to me was erotically thrilling. My thought process towards this had somehow changed, and it wasn’t any longer (at least in my conscious mind) a matter of simply fucking a child. To me now, the thrill was to help a very young girl experience the pleasures and wonders of a loving communion for the first time; to awaken within a child, that which she would normally never experience until years later.

I thought of the gravity of trust that this child has entrusted to me to protect her and love her and make her feel safe and special. Added to that, the trust placed in me by my selfless wife and our families to make this child a woman before her time. All of it for the sake of believing and trusting that this child knew in her heart to whom to give herself to and that the only one she trusted herself with was me.

I remembered what my mother said on my wedding night with Priya. She said that if I truly loved her, I would take great care to kindle a passion in her that would last her entire lifetime. And Priya said that if I treated Aleeya gently and tenderly that she would give her soul with a lifetime of child-like love.

Priya also said that I have a quality that endears me to young girls. Both of the girls sleeping against my body have had some sort of deep, painful traumatic wound in their lives. Priya with prejudice and taunts to her spirit due to her skin color and Aleeya: God only knows how long she endured the physical and mental abuse by a young mother, still a child herself, ill equipped to cope with and raise a child of her own.

Was this God’s way of healing each of us in a strange and unique way? They, who lived and suffered with torn hearts and spirits and me growing up without having a close relationship with anyone and feeling alone as a child, were we all alike? Deep down, was I still like a child looking for a likewise aged companion?

I accepted the fact within myself that I was attracted to young girls, but now thought of it as more a privilege to be trusted by these tender souls than an opportunity to sate a perverted desire. Some may think or say my change in perception was just another rationalization to act out a perversion. But to me, I now truly believed that the physical intimate expression was just an added dimension to a special close and loving relationship.

I looked at the clock and it was seven thirty. I smacked both girls on the butt whispering, “Come on, you imps, it’s time to get up. Priya has school, I have to go to work and you, you little tyke, have got another bridal fitting.”

Moaning, they both raised their heads and crawled out of bed. The girls showered as I shaved and when they were done, I got in to take mine. Once we were all dressed, we said prayers and headed downstairs to breakfast.

While eating, Mom told Priya, “After school, I want you, Sarah and Haseeba to come directly to the dress shop: no dallying after school. All three of you girls have your final dress fittings at four-thirty so don’t be late.

The wedding was planned to be on Aleeya’s fifth birthday, two weeks hence. Dad said he’d made the final arrangements for the hall and for the pre-wedding dinner.

The matriarchs of the family: Me Ma, Mom and Salima agreed that Aleeya’s henna party would be at Salima’s and that she’d stay with her and Adib until the wedding. It would be really cramped, but it was only for two days. Aleeya didn’t like the idea that she’d be away from Priya and me for two days and the fact that she’d have to share a single bed with Sarah, but Priya told her that this was all part of the wedding and that it was necessary to maintain tradition. Aleeya seemed content with her explanation and accepted it.

Priya said, “Besides, it’ll be fun. Remember mine?”

Aleeya looked up as if remembering and said, “I remember, all right. When I first saw Sean, I knew right then I wanted to marry him.”

After dropping the girls off at school, I diverted from the office to the American embassy and left Priya’s paperwork with Paul’s secretary. She told me Paul had said that when I came in, to tell me that he’d send Priya an interview date for about ten days later. I thanked her for the message and went to work.

I met with Dad and our lawyer that morning and we laid out the conditions of the creation of the educational trust for the Haaseem family children and I gave the lawyer the changes I wanted put into my will. I told him I needed the will completed before the end of the day because I had to present it to the Imam when I met with him that evening. There would be no prenup as with Priya because there couldn’t be any evidence of my being married to a five year-old.

After dinner, Aleeya must have been really tired from all the commotion and fittings and was almost nodding off at the dinner table. Although Mom took control and care of Aleeya during the day, Priya had taken the lead as Aleeya’s mother figure and teacher. After Priya felt that Aleeya had eaten enough, she took her upstairs and put her to bed.

Priya and I agreed that except for the one night where Aleeya was first introduced to an intimate act with me, that I wouldn’t have any further sexual contact with her until our wedding night.

After dinner, Pita cleared the table while we continued to sit. Mom told Pita, “We’re going to stay here at the table and talk. Could you please bring us some tea and water?”

Pita nodded and replied, “Yes, Mum, as you wish. It will take a few minutes to brew the tea.”

Mom said, “Thank you, Pita, that’ll be fine.”

Mom turned to us and said to Dad, “John, I don’t know if you want to stay for this conversation because we need to discuss Aleeya’s wedding night.”

Dad said, “No, I’ll stay. I have endorsed this marriage and I really want to understand how Sean will treat her. She’s like a baby grandchild, and although I know she’s willing to be intimate with Sean and in order to come to terms with it in my mind, I need to understand the dynamics of this special relationship.”

Mom said, “Very well. Priya, you said you’d like to start?”

“Yes, Mom,” she began. “I think I understand things very well, at least the way Me Ma and Momma have explained things to me. Since I’m the first wife, part of my duties is to consider Aleeya’s need to spend time with her new husband and become comfortably accustomed to being alone with Sean intimately as his wife.

“Up to now, she has slept with both of us and is content to just snuggle and feel safe at night being close to us. From my observations, I think she might be a little… what’s the word — apprehensive? Yeah, that’s it: apprehensive. She might feel a little shy and apprehensive about being completely alone with Sean and naked knowing that she and Sean will be doing things she’s never done before. What’s your opinion, Mom?”

“I think you are right. Although in her heart, she wants to be close to Sean, and she knows that her new life will include doing these, as she calls them, ‘secret things’, but she still might be a little frightened. Have you given any thought as to what you might do and how you’ll handle the evening for her, Sean?”

‘I’ve given it some thought,” I began, “and I think the best way is to try and restrain any real adult passion and approach it kind of like a game. You know playful tickles, kisses and light fondling. I think I’ll give her the opportunity to explore my body and answer any questions she may have.

“I thought that maybe taking a bath together might be a good way to get her accustomed to being touched intimately and her touching me in a non threatening way.

“Priya was old enough to understand what was going to happen, and she pretty much knew that things would build in the direction of being stimulated to end with intercourse. Since penetration with Aleeya is out of the question, I have to slowly make her comfortable enough to accept being touched intimately so that I can actually get her aroused to enjoy being intimate. If she finds the experience pleasurable, she’ll be open to be more experimental and use her imagination in incorporating her own methods of participation.

“I think the first thirty minutes will set the tone. If she’s really too frightened for any real intimate contact, I’ll just back off and let her set the pace. Even just cuddle, if that’s what she wants”

Dad asked, “Honestly, Sean, when do you think it will come to actually having sex?”

“I don’t know, Dad,” I answered. “If you mean actual penetrative sex, I don’t know. She may be five, but she’s really small for her age. The one good thing in my favor is that she doesn’t have a hymen. I can probably introduce her painlessly to penetration with my finger long before she’s big enough for actual sex. I think I’ll let her make that decision. When she feels ready and asks me, I’ll evaluate things then. If you mean oral or masturbatory sex, I’m hoping that I can introduce her to those methods on our wedding night.

“The whole key, as I see it, will be if she’ll let me get her to the point of being aroused, at least to some degree, that she might experience pleasure. In a best-case scenario, she might even have a climax. Mom said that all her parts are just as sensitive as a woman’s and work just fine, I think she’ll be able to achieve one; it’s just getting her to that point.”

Dad asked me, “That’s all well and good, but what about you? What if she’s not ready to reciprocate and please you? How’s that going to make you feel, having an intimate scene and not getting release? I know that even with an adult woman, if a man can’t get his, he can get agitated and frustrated.”

“I’ve thought about that. I think if she can have an orgasm, the great release of energy from sensory overload might just take so much out of her she’ll just fall asleep. Priya and I can then share time together to both our satisfaction. I know that may not seem fair to Aleeya, but that’s all I can think of at the moment, unless someone has any other suggestions.

“I was thinking this morning about this, and this whole thing about being intimate with Aleeya isn’t about sex, per se, as with adults. It’s about Aleeya’s discovery of her sexual self and being comfortable with that part of herself at an unusually young age. I might find enough pleasure seeing her letting herself go and experiencing these new feelings that it will be enough for me also. To me, it more a matter of trust: hers, Priya’s and everyone else’s in both families - including you and Mom, Dad. This marriage is about her happiness, not giving a child away for sexual satisfaction.”

Mom said, “I think you’ve thought this out with great care. I guess all we can do is hope that by giving her what she’s wanted, we haven’t gone too far. That first night will answer that question for sure.”

Dad said, “That’s what scares me. That the little thing will suddenly realize she’s in a new life that she’s not equipped to deal with, and that the dream she thought was ideal, in reality, is something totally different.”

Priya looked at Dad and replied, “I don’t believe in my heart that that’s the case at all. Aleeya is a very smart and intelligent girl. Being abused, she’s become very astute at seeing relationships: what a good one looks like, and from experience, what a bad one’s like.

“She’s learned English in about two months. I think she’s advanced like Sean, Sarah and me. How advanced, I think is too soon to tell, but she has a clear vision in her head of what she feels is right for her. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt and see if she has the courage to see her dream to the end.

“Another duty of the first wife is to set a schedule that’s flexible for all in the marriage to share intimate time together. It will be hard on me initially because I’ve decided that I will allow Aleeya to spend her first week as a new bride with you, Sean. After that, I think I’ll split the time equally between Aleeya and me, alternating nights. Does that seem fair?”

I said, “I guess so, I never thought of that little detail.”

Mom said, “Will it be flexible or will it be, as they say, ‘carved in stone’?”

“No,” Priya answered. “I think there’ll be times when one of us will need Sean’s attention more than the other and I can adjust things as a need arises.

“I think Aleeya may show her age and might throw a little tantrum because up to now, she’s spent every night with Sean and me. She’ll have to get used to the idea of sleeping alone. It might be an issue at first.

“Mom, you could help me with this. When you’re alone with her, you could talk to her about it and how it wouldn’t be fair if she had Sean all to herself and that as a good wife, she has to let Sean share time with both of us.”

Mom smiled and said, “I think I can politely make the point with her and convince her that she has to share her time with you and that she’ll have to sleep alone to give the two of you time together.”

Priya put her hands on the table and said, “Well, I think we’ve talked about everything don’t you? Does anyone have anything else they think we’ve missed?”

Dad “Humf’ed” and said, “Isn’t that enough? Never in my life would I ever have believed that I would help plan the sexual life of a four year-old?”

Mom chuckled and said, “Yeah, life is certainly stranger than fiction!”

Priya chuckled and said, “And I never thought I’d have my baby cousin as a sister wife either!”

Just then, Priya looked far away for a moment and tears started running down her cheeks. I asked her as I hugged her, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

She said softly, “At first, when I thought about all of this, I was hurt and sad because I didn’t want to share you with anyone. But the more I thought about it, Allah spoke to my heart and showed me my life. I was able to see myself older, and as the matriarch of my home, and the sister/mother of two wives. Sean, there will be another wife you will take, although He did not reveal to me who she is. God showed me how happy and content my life was and that I had lived my life as a good and faithful woman.

“That’s when God told me, and I could hear His soft, gentle voice tell my heart that my life would always be filled with that pure and undying love of my husband that I have with you now. God told me that He’d never take that away from me, and that your love would be my strength. He also said to my heart that He’s made me stronger than you to guide you and my sisters in the path to happiness without malice or jealously.

“He also told me that you and I have special gifts that will save the hearts of two of His children. His plan is for both of us to provide for their well being in love and faithfulness. I tell all of you this because no matter what happens in the future, Sean and I both need your love and support. Please be our pillars of love and guidance.

“Dad, I need you to be strong for all of us, and not to fight against the will of God. Mom, will you always be there for me for help and advice? I cannot do this task by myself; I really need you like you’ve been here for me with Aleeya.”

We all sat silent: stunned and shocked by Priya’s revelation.

Dad looked at Mom, Mom then at Dad and he looked at me and I looked at Priya. I asked her, “Are you positive about this vision?”

“As positive as the rings on my finger.”

Mom, looking down said, “Priya, I don’t doubt that what you’d revealed you believe to be true. Only time will bear out the truth.”

She looked up at Priya and continued, “Never in my lifetime have I met anyone as unique and special as you. I promised you that I would always be here for you and my promise stands as my commitment of love for you.

“Whatever life brings our way I will be at your side. I’ve always known Sean has always been a special child with an innocent and childlike sensitivity that other children didn’t possess. That’s why I’ve held him so close and tried to protect him. I somehow knew when he was going to marry you that I’d lost him to this country and its culture and customs. All I can promise is that we’ll face the future together and play the cards God has dealt us to win in this game of life.”

Dad looked at Priya and said, “I have a deep faith in God also, but he’s made me a more pragmatic man. I love you so much you are like an angel that God has allowed me to love as a daughter. I may love Aleeya or someone else with deep affection, but for me, you are my heart: equal in love with my own flesh and blood in Sean.

“Six months ago, if someone were to tell me I’d have a twelve year-old daughter-in-law, I would have said they were crazy. These past few weeks, I’ve even seen and admitted that Sean marrying a four year-old child is the right thing to do. I won’t lie to you and say I accept what you say, I’ll only promise to try my best to keep an open mind and view each case on its merits and whether it is truly the right thing to do, for the right reasons and for the right person. Can you accept that?”

Priya smiled at Mom and then at Dad and replied, “That’s all I ask, is that you are there for us with your support. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about this, but I feel safe with you as my family to understand and accept these things in a way my parents never could. I think it best that we never mention this again until the time reveals itself to us.

“Sean, never speak to me about this. If your love for me is as you profess, trust in me to do what’s right. I will never place our love or the love of Aleeya in jeopardy. According to my vision, our lot in life is to bring love and happiness to others in a family of love, not contention or hurt. Just love me as you do, give Aleeya the love she needs, and God will bless us with more love to give. Do you trust me with your life?”

“My next breath comes from your heart, and it always will.”

“That’s all I’ll ever need from you, my one, true love.”

Priya stood proudly and told all of us, “Well then, when we get up tomorrow, let’s begin to live with the cards we’ve been dealt.”

I looked at my watch and it was seven-thirty. I said to everyone, “I have to go. I have to meet the Imam at eight-thirty.”

I picked up the will and my coat and left. I met Imam at the appointed time and we sat down and I explained everything to him in detail. I told him that legally, I had adopted Aleeya, not for the purpose of being her father, per se, but for two legal reasons. First, so that she could live with me in anonymity as my wife and so that I couldn’t be prosecuted by two governments for child sexual abuse. Secondly, because of the trouble I’d had with the American embassy regarding Priya’s age, I needed a plausible means to get her a passport and access to the U.S. that didn’t arouse suspicion.

The Imam said that although it is forbidden to marry a daughter, and that since my mother was, at the moment the primary care giver, and the extenuating circumstances of our situations, he wanted to see the dower I’d offered her.

I showed him the will and that she would be given a trust fund of ten million U.S. dollars. I would provide for all of her needs and that she wouldn’t be like so many child brides: used and abused, or worse, sold without any hope for a future. I also guaranteed that she’d be educated. He agreed that he would permit the marriage and perform the ceremony. With that load off my mind, we parted after I gave him the details of the wedding date, time and place and we gave our salaams and parted.

When I got home, Priya was watching a movie with Mom and Dad in the living room. I explained the events of the meeting, and everyone gave a sigh of relief and we all concluded it was certainly a full day. We rose and hugged and kissed each other good night and went to bed.

Once in bed, I enfolded my wife in my arms and said to her, “My beloved, words cannot express, but you know what’s in my heart. I love you with an undying love that will outlast the sands of time.”

She kissed me tenderly and smiled saying, “And I love you more.”