Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 35: Decisions (Mgg, rom, no sex)

Over the next week, things began to take on an organized routine. Monaavi was working with Mom to set up a daily schedule and with Mom’s teaching background they structured a curriculum for each girl.

Pita was overjoyed that Attiya now had an accepting friend. She was getting help and Pita was even able to save more money because she didn’t have to pay for daycare any longer.

Both Aleeya and Attiya became close quickly and even with Attiya’s lack of verbal skills they managed to communicate somehow. They started each day with breakfast and often acted like sisters at the table.

Priya had set a schedule for our evening intimate activities. Although Aleeya balked a little, she accepted her sister’s schedule. Priya decided that she would be with me on Mondays, Wednesdays and Sundays while Aleeya would have me on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Friday nights the three of us would spend together.

That Friday, Priya received her appointment from the American embassy for her visa on the following Tuesday at ten a.m. Dad was pleased, as were the rest of us. Dad was preparing to leave again, and Mom was noticeably sullen.

I called Mom at home to talk to her and she started to cry. I tried to console her and asked her, “If you want to leave with Dad, why don’t you? It seems to me that you and Monaavi have pretty much nailed down a routine for the girls. What’s left to do?”

She responded, “Oh, Sean, I really want to leave with your father, but Monaavi is new at this and with the addition of Attiya, I feel it’s necessary to stay for another week or two to help with Attiya’s assessment.”

I asked, “What’s your initial gut feeling? Does she need more specialized help?”

Mom replied, “I don’t think so. She’s already starting to speak a little, although sometimes with her pronunciation it’s hard to understand her. I think her biggest problem was acceptance. Now that she has Aleeya and she feels accepted, she’s gained more confidence and beginning to speak. She’s a very bright girl and shouldn’t have a problem with the curriculum.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s up to you as to what you want to do. I just hate seeing you so sad.”

“Thanks for your concern, Son, but I’ll be fine. I know it’ll only be for a week or two. I just need to pull myself out of this funk and concentrate on getting things wrapped up so I can leave. Strange as it seems, I’ll miss India a lot more than I thought. I’ll miss you, Priya and Aleeya a lot. It’s been wonderful to have a family again, breakfasts together and meeting life together as a family.

“I still look at Priya in wonder. She’s such a fine, mature girl and a very dear friend. Sometimes, I just shake my head in disbelief that she’s still only twelve! I have another reason to get back also that’s been on my mind. I talked to Liz the other day. Remember her, your cousin with her daughter Emma?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, it seems she’s not responding as well as they’d hoped to her chemo and she’s been struggling with her breast cancer.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that Mom, very sorry.”

“It’s sad, I know. She lost her husband and now she’s trying to raise Emma on her own while struggling with this disease. I can’t believe the strength she’s shown, being sick from her treatments and trying to be strong for Emma at the same time. What galls me the most is that no one of our family seems to want to help with Emma. It’s like they live in their own little worlds, working towards the trappings of success and are just downright immune and callous to the plight of others outside their own lives.

“Your father called a few of the relatives to see if someone might be willing to take Emma if the worst happens and you know what they said?”

“No, Mom, but from what you’re telling me, I can only imagine.”

“They basically said that if John would buy them a bigger estate home like ours and set up a trust fund to support Emma so that it wouldn’t put a ‘strain’ on their finances, they’d consider it! Can you imagine the unmitigated gall of such a statement?”

“What did Dad say to that?”

“He told them to fuck off! If they couldn’t love and care for her out of love, poor Emma certainly wouldn’t be properly loved and cared about for money’s sake.

“If Liz dies, I don’t know what will happen to poor Emma. She’d basically be an orphan without either of her parents. I could probably take her for a while like I have with Aleeya, but I’m getting older now and your father needs me more and more. I’m afraid that he’s going to work himself into the ground.

“Besides, we’ve worked our asses off getting this company where it is. Now that we’ve got enough money to travel, and do things together, I’d like for your father to slowly wean himself out of the company and retire, but I don’t see that happening for several years. Hopefully by then he can turn the company over to you and Priya.

“I asked Priya not to say anything to you about it because you’ve got enough on your plate right now, but with Priya’s business sense, poise and intelligence I can see both of you running this company without any trouble someday.”

“Well,” I replied, “we can get into that later. Right now, I’m worried about you and Dad. You two need to be together. You’ve both paid more than your dues to me and my new family and should start thinking of yourselves for once in your life. Tell Monaavi that she’s got to work late tonight, I’ll tell her father.”

“Why?

“Because we’re - excuse me - I’m going to make some decisions tonight, that’s why. I don’t want any lip from you about it either. Understand?”

“Sean, this isn’t necessary. It’ll only be for a week, two tops.”

“Don’t argue with me, Mom, just do as I ask. I’ll tell Dad we’re having a family meeting tonight to prepare him.”

“All right, I’ll do as you ask. I love you, Sean.”

“And I’ll always love you, Mom! I told you that I’d always be there for you and this is one of those times. I’ve gotta go, so I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Okay, Son, I’ll tell Monaavi and see you this evening. Bye now. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mom, Bye.” Click.

I got up and marched down to Dad’s office, but he was on a conference call to the States, so I headed to Ravi’s office. I told him I needed to have a family meeting at home tonight about the girls and that I needed Monaavi to be there. I also told him that we’d talk over dinner so she’d eat with us and he thanked me for the heads up and said that they wouldn’t hold dinner for her.

After talking with Ravi I spoke to Dad’s secretary and told her to book Mom a ticket with Dad on his flight back to the States, and for her to call me when it was confirmed. She called me fifteen minutes later saying it was taken care of.

I piddled around in the office for another hour and went back to Dad’s office. I entered and sat down in the chair in front of his desk and began, “I just got off the phone with Mom a little while ago and I think you and she need to be together. I think she should leave with you on Monday. Don’t worry I’ve already booked her ticket. We’re having a family meeting tonight about it so be home and ready for dinner at six sharp.”

I didn’t even wait for an answer as I stood to leave him with a look of astonishment on his face. I finished up the financial reports I was working on and left to pick up the girls from school at three. After dropping off Sarah and Haseeba, I gave Priya the condensed version of my conversation with Mom and that I’d decided that she’d return to the States with Dad. She looked sad, but agreed with me.

Priya and I arrived home about four-thirty and sat and talked in the dining room, drinking some tea. Mom and Monaavi were still conducting classes with the girls and they finished about fifteen minutes later. I had Attiya go to the kitchen with her mother and I told Monaavi she could freshen up in the bathroom and was welcome to join us for evening prayers. Priya, Aleeya and I went upstairs, freshened up and waited for Monaavi.

With all of us ready for dinner, the four of us said evening prayers and went downstairs. Dad showed up about quarter of six, and came back downstairs at six sharp. We sat down to dinner, and after the food was served, I took control of the family meeting.

I started out by saying, “This feels a little strange to me because I’m about to tell my parents what to do, but I feel it’s time for me to step in.”

I looked at Monaavi and asked her, “How do you feel about your job so far? Do you feel comfortable in taking over by yourself with the girls? And lastly, can you give me an honest assessment of Attiya?”

She looked around, I guess because she didn’t think she’d be called upon so abruptly. Swallowed her bite of food she said, “I feel very comfortable with the girls and with your mother’s help we’ve been able to accomplish a lot in one week.

“As far as for taking things over myself, I feel that I can do my job and perform the duties you’ve hired me for. Regarding Attiya, your mother and I talked today and we both feel her autism isn’t severe and that she’s responding well for only working with her for a week. I believe that I, along with the bond she and Aleeya have formed, can help her progress to hopefully start in a normal school at the beginning of the next school year or, if you wish, I can continue to teach them both.”

I turned to Mom and asked, “Is this your opinion also?”

“Yes, Sean, we feel she’ll do fine.”

I then looked at Dad and then back at Mom and said, “It’s settled then. Mom, your ticket is booked and you’ll be flying back to the States with Dad on Monday.”

Dad looked at Mom a little shocked, smiled and said to her, “I guess he told us, didn’t he?”

Aleeya, feeling a little overwhelmed, started to cry and said she didn’t want my mother to leave. Priya excused herself from the table and took her to the living room to explain. They returned about ten minutes later, and Aleeya wiped her eyes and hugged mom and said, “I’ll miss you lots.”

She again began sniffling. Mom started to cry and hugging her said, “And I’m going to miss you too, Sweetheart. I’m gonna miss you lots!”

Watching the exchange, everyone became teary-eyed. I tried to comfort Aleeya by saying that Mom needed to be with her husband just like she needed to be with me to be happy and she seemed to understand that.

We finished dinner on a somber note, but I felt a sense of pride in knowing that I’d done the right thing. Priya’s eyes welled up, but she didn’t let loose. Under the table she squeezed my hand, nodding her agreement with my decision. Monaavi felt awkward because she was a party to a family’s private discussion.

I noticed this and said to her, “Monaavi, please, don’t feel out of place. You’re a part of this family now, and you have the important job of caring for two children and continuing the work you and Mom have started.”

On her face, one could see she felt a sense of pride, both in her inclusion into our family and that we had a true confidence in her abilities. After dinner our diver took Monaavi home, accompanied by Priya and Aleeya. When they returned we quietly watched a little TV before going to bed.

Because of the evening’s events the three of us slept together. As I held my two child brides, I recalled the night I took Aleeya’s anal virginity. How exhilarating it felt to be inside her tiny body like that. Just thinking about it got me hard.

Remembering what Priya had told me the night she disclosed knowing about my ‘demon’, it seemed to me at the time that her explanation was right because I’d had no further battles with it. I knew that I might have been deceived to believe I was more loathsome than was the truth, but I now knew that I did indeed have a fetish for making love to a very young girl.

All those feelings of pleasure returned in my mind: my wedding night with Priya, and also Aleeya’s wedding night. The unique thrill and eroticism of being intimate with them, their different body shapes, smells and tastes.

I shivered at the exhilaration of being the first to taste the fruits of their charms and to lead them both into the adult world of sexual pleasure and ecstasy. Priya’s raw passion was that of a fully mature woman, sometimes surpassing my own lust. Aleeya’s innocence and the promise of delights yet to taste just fueled that exhilaration.

I recalled what it felt like with each and every first penetration I’d made into the bodies of both girls and their responses to my being inside them. Priya was like quicksand, always trying to pull me deeper inside her with the power of her passion and the pure hot fire of her insides. She is always able to sate that raw powerful lust that can sometimes seem ever consuming.

Aleeya is like the tender side of me, that part of me that is soft, gentle and sweet. Priya was right. So far, it hasn’t been in Aleeya’s nature to rage like a furnace inside with raw passion, but her tenderness and playfulness brought a passion all its own.

After pondering these thoughts, I did finally admit to myself I am a lover of children. I thought for a moment about those words: child lover. I knew that I would never ever wish to hurt a child, but that part of ourselves, that animal part in all of us can sometimes overtake us.

I had, on one occasion with each of my wives used them to sate my desire. But deep down, I rationalized to myself that all husbands are that way with their wives at one time or another, and that it’s normal.

I do understand myself better and know that despite my animal lusts, the driving force in my relationships with them would be love and not simply lust. Somehow, that knowledge made me feel better as I drifted off to sleep holding my child brides.