Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 39: Graduations and Revealing Facts (Mgg, rom, no sex)

The first week of June was a hectic one. All the older girls were getting ready for their graduation from high school. Priya, Salima, Sarah and Me Ma were planning a small wedding for Mahmoud and Haseeba. I was trying to get my business affairs in order to leave India for the summer.

Haseeba’s conversion to Islam was a simple one. Haseeba, along with the Haaseem family, Priya, Aleeya and I went before the Imaam and while she held the Koran she simply repeated the words, “I bear witness that there is no God but Allah (one true God), and Mohammad is the prophet of God.”

We had a small family party at a local restaurant for her afterwards that also served as her pre-wedding dinner. Mahmoud, having only worked for the company for several months and was strapped for money, so Priya and I opted to pay for Haseeba’s wedding. Mahmoud would buy Haseeba’s wedding attire.

As a wedding present, Priya and I secretly purchased them a small, two-bedroom home (which in India is a real luxury). We figured that without the expense of a home they could put Haseeba through college. Even though her tuition was paid for by the trust I’d set up, there were all the other expenses that go along with attending college.

As a dower, Mahmoud could only provide her with his love so before we sat to eat dinner I gave the deed to Mahmoud and told him, “In front of the family, offer her the house as part of her dower.”

He teared up, and started to refuse, but I smiled and said to him, “Do it, or you’re fired!”

He bowed and thanked me saying, “I can never repay this debt.”

I smiled and said to him, “Oh but you have and well beyond what I could ever give. You’ve given me your lovely daughter as my wife. Now go and make your new bride happy.”

As soon as the food was set, I tapped my fork against my water glass and stood. I said to everyone present, “May I have your attention please. I believe Mahmoud has something to say to his betrothed, Haseeba.”

A hush came over the table, and Mahmoud stood shakily and turned to face his future bride and said, “Haseeba, I am a poor man, but you have accepted my love as your only dower. Sean and Priya have given us a wedding gift which I would like for you to accept as an addition to that which I have offered. The deed to your new home; it is yours, free and clear.”

Haseeba eeek’ed out her excitement, and began to cry with joy. She took the deed with shaky hands and replied, “I cannot believe it, our own home! Of course I accept it as a token of your love!”

Everyone clapped and cheered, sharing in their joy. The dinner, although small, was warm and filled with the love only a family can share - except for one thing. Priya and I were both annoyed at Mahmoud at the end of the evening. Although it was a time for newlyweds, he still had a daughter and tonight he really didn’t pay too much attention to Aleeya.

Aleeya pretty much clung to me all night and by the end of the evening, she was noticeably angry. When it came time to leave, Mahmoud only made a token effort to say goodnight to her and continued to direct most of his attentions towards Haseeba. As we were leaving, Priya pulled him aside and (I guess) gave him a little piece of her mind because he looked over at Aleeya and me with a guilty look on his face.

Haseeba’s big day would be the Saturday after the girls graduated next week. Priya, Aleeya and I were scheduled to leave for the U.S. the following Thursday after Haseeba’s homecoming party. The next week was to be jammed packed with events. The girls graduated on a Wednesday, Haseeba’s henna party was Thursday. Well, you get the picture.

I’d bought Sarah as a graduation present, a boatload of medical software for her laptop. For Haseeba, a new laptop with all the software she’d need for college. Priya’s present (a new thoroughbred horse) I’d give her in the U.S.

I had decided to leave the day-to-day operations to a young Indian woman, Prishi Rashid. She was a graduate of India Institute of Technology with a master’s degree from Harvard. She was really sharp and had a good, clear idea of how I ran things. I didn’t want any surprises while I was gone.

Priya planned Haseeba’s wedding with her mother, Sarah and Me Ma though the facilities we used with the company. Haseeba felt that the Haaseems were her new family and wasn’t even fazed by the fact that none of her genetic family would be present. I’d asked Priya about Haseeba being on birth control and Priya said to me, “Oh yeah, Mom took care of that. As soon as Mahmoud asked for her hand, she had her put on birth control.”

“Good,” I replied. “Going to college, she can’t afford to be having any accidents.”

Although Haseeba had turned eighteen last month, she was unmarried so I was to act as her guardian at the ceremony. Adib and Salima’s brothers-in-law would act as witnesses. Sarah would play the part of Haseeba’s sister.

The graduation ceremony was a very big deal for the entire family. Priya and Sarah were to be the only ones from the Haaseem family to go to college and now with Haseeba also going, the family was even more proud that with the entry of three of its family members entering college, their family status was steadily rising.

I reflected back over these twelve months and what Priya had accomplished. Al twelve she had managed to get married, run a home, expand her duties to help an enemy become a loved sister and help Haseeba succeed in putting her life back together. She had the courage to face the challenge of her ordeal at the American embassy and she’d also taken on the task of acting as mother and sister wife to Aleeya. She did all of this and still kept her vow to complete two years of study in one and graduate high school to begin college in the fall.

Words could not explain the love I felt in my heart for my soul mate. She has taught me so much about myself, about love and helping others, but most of all, about how privileged I am to be her husband. What a remarkable young woman she was!

Priya to me was an enigma in some ways. I feel in my heart that she had some kind of sixth sense about my demon (or at least having one) all along before she zeroed in on what it actually was. That night as I lay in bed holding her in my arms as she slept, I thought about her acceptance of me and the way she explained my torment. Was she right? I wasn’t so sure. I may have this ‘unique quality to love a child’, as she put it, but why do I have a proclivity towards wanting to be intimate with a pubescent or even a prepubescent girl?

Deep in my heart I had this gnawing feeling that regardless of any rationalizations, justifications, or ‘reasons’ I’d made (or even Priya had convinced me of), this still isn’t normal. My dad wouldn’t dare even think of a girl Aleeya or Priya’s age in that context. Why do I? Where did this predilection come from? Where did I pick up this evil seed and who sowed it? It seemed that the more questions that got answered, the more there were that arose unanswered.

For now, the only way I could think of to hold on to the sanity I’d regained and the peace from the torment since Priya’s acceptance, was to vow to try my best to love my wives with a husband’s love regardless of their ages. I’ve taken a road in life that had placed the well being of two individual souls in my care, and now, I must fulfill my vows to both in love. Tired of this seemingly eternal struggle, I laid it aside to torment over another day and fell fretfully to sleep.

During the graduation ceremonies, when Sarah and Haseeba’s names were called, they accepted their diplomas with smiles, but when Priya accepted hers, I got to see something that I hadn’t seen in quite a while: a nice, beautiful ‘chocolate blush’!

After the graduation ceremony we all went out to the most expensive restaurant in New Delhi - on me! Aleeya was glued to her sister wife’s side. She felt so proud of her older ‘sister’ and expressed her pride and love openly the whole evening.

The next evening was Haseeba’s henna party. I guess with the week’s events centered around Priya and the other two girls, Aleeya was feeling a little left out and wanted some attention.

The next morning at the breakfast table Aleeya asked Priya, “Tonight’s my night with Sean, can he and I stay home so that he can spend the night with me? I don’t really feel like going to the henna party tonight. I just need to be with Sean.”

Priya and I looked surprised and Priya asked her, “What’s wrong? You know Haseeba’s feelings will be hurt if you don’t go.”

She replied, “All the grownups are going to be talking about secret things, and I’ll just have to go to bed with the other young girls and I just don’t want to do that.”

Priya said to her, “You know it’s about more than that. Well, if you don’t want to go, you’re going to have to call her and tell her, I’m not.”

“Alright, I’ll call her after breakfast.”

I looked at Priya and shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

After breakfast Aleeya did call Haseeba and they talked for about fifteen minutes. Aleeya returned and said, “Haseeba said she understood and if it was all right with you, I could stay home with Sean tonight. Is it okay?”

Priya smirked and replied, “If that’s what you want then it’s fine with me, but I have to tell you I’m disappointed in you.”

Aleeya somehow didn’t seem herself. She looked at Priya, and it looked like she was tearing up and said, “Please don’t be mad at me. I just want to be alone with Sean. I don’t want to hurt anyone, can’t you see that?”

Puzzled, I asked Aleeya, “You just don’t seem to be acting like yourself today. What’s really bothering you?”

She looked at me and then at Priya then got an agitated look on her face and said, “I don’t feel you love me as much as you love Priya. You treat me like a tiny baby. You think I don’t know what the two of you do? You think I’m stupid and don’t have ears and hear how you love each other when I’m lying in bed at night by myself?

“You think I can’t hear what you say to each other? Priya, you tell Sean what to do when he’s with me. It’s as if he needs your permission to do anything with me. Everyone is all happy about getting married and doing secret things, but if I’m married, why don’t you treat me the same as you treat Priya? You don’t ask me what to do with her, do you?”

Aleeya was now crying as her anger rose, and I was confused. I thought that we did do the things married people do. I just didn’t know exactly what she meant.

I asked her, “Where is this coming from? I thought we had a nice intimate life. Don’t I do the things you ask me to do? Haven’t I treated you like my wife? We’ve done just about everything a married couple can do. What am I not doing?”

She shot me a hot look and said, “You make love to me only the way she tells you to!”

Aleeya went into a wagging head, sarcastic mocking charade of Priya: “Make sure you don’t do this. You can only do this. You can only do that. She’s too small, don’t you dare do this. It makes me sick! Why can’t you let ME decide what I want to do, Priya? You use your power as first wife to control me, even in secret things!”

Aleeya stormed out of the study room and went into the living room. I looked at Priya and said to her, “There’s got to be more to this than what she’s saying. I’ve done everything she’s wanted to do on our nights together. I just don’t know what she’s talking about.”

Priya shook her head not knowing what to make of things and said, “Well, just spend the evening with her and see if you can find out what’s really bothering her. I don’t know what she’s talking about. I haven’t given you any instructions regarding her in months.”

Trying to calm Aleeya down so we could get through the day without tension, I went to speak to her. She was lying on the floor watching cartoons when I entered the living room. I asked her to turn off the TV and sit with me on the couch so we could talk. I said to her, “I don’t know what’s really bothering you, but we can spend the entire day and evening together and do whatever you want to do. Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I just want to be loved.”

“But you are loved and loved completely. Let me explain some things to you. Being married, you need to tell me everything. We need to be able to talk to each other about anything and everything that bothers us. If you don’t talk to me, how can I make you happy?”

I continued with, “The other point you raised, and it’s the one you seem to be the angriest about is Priya. Let me explain Priya’s position to you. Priya loves you more than anything in the world. She would never hurt you, or want you hurt.

“Let’s look at the facts. You are five years old and you’re a very small girl. Girls your age are not having intimate relations with adult men. If certain things we do, such as me putting myself in your secret place, or your behind aren’t done carefully, you could be hurt physically because of your size.”

Trying to make my point, I said, “Even now, after your body has gotten used to having me inside you, you can still only take about half of me inside you. Priya’s a girl, you’re a girl, and she only made suggestions on how to please you like a wife without hurting you. It has nothing to do with telling me what we can or cannot do.

“Maybe I’m doing something wrong, but I thought our private life was a very good one. We do all the things you want to do, I’ve never asked you to do something you didn’t want to do, have I?”

“No.”

“Then what’s really bothering you? If you don’t tell me, I can’t make it better.”

“I’ll tell you later. When were alone. I don’t really want to talk about it now.”

“Okay, fine. But just because something is bothering you, don’t make everyone else’s life miserable because of it. Do you understand?”

“Alright, I’ll try and be nice today.”

“Fine. Now, let’s help Priya get the last minute details ready for Haseeba’s party, all right?”

“You go ahead. Can I just watch TV instead?”

“Okay, if that’s what you want. I’ll check on you later.”

“Okay, I’ll be all right here.”

I left her in the living room to watch TV and went to find Priya. I found Priya in the kitchen, packing up some of the food.

I told her, “I don’t think it’s about you. It may have something to do with Haseeba. She doesn’t want any part of this party; she just wants to watch TV. I asked her to tell me what was really bothering her and she only said, ‘I’ll tell you later when we’re alone.’”

Priya shrugged and replied, “Fine. I don’t have time to play games with her today because she’s in a bad mood.”

Great! Now I’ve got two females with an attitude. That’s all I need, so I said to her, “What? Now you’ve got an attitude?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I don’t have all day to spend coddling her to find out what’s really bothering her. To tell you the truth, I’m a little upset and I’m hurt that she accused me of controlling her personal time with you.”

“Look,” I said to her, “don’t take it so personally. I’m fairly certain the problem isn’t with you. I think she just used you to mask her true feelings because it was convenient.”

Looking at me a little angrily she replied, “Well, I’ve got feelings too and I don’t like being a convenient excuse for her to say hurtful things: especially about that issue.”

Trying to make peace, I said, “Look, I’ll spend the day with her and you go to the party. I’ll get to the bottom of this and we’ll settle it. Just don’t you go being a snot because she’s having issues when it isn’t convenient for you. That doesn’t do any of us any good.”

Priya turned, hugged and kissed me and said, “You’re right. I should try and handle this better. I have to go to the embassy and pick up my passport and then I’ll go to the party and leave this matter up to you. Now, I’ve got to get ready and leave so everything will be ready for this evening, all right?”

“Fine,” I replied. “Do what you have to do and I’ll try and mend fences here… hopefully.”

“Good luck,” she said. “I really have to get going.”

We hugged and kissed goodbye, then she got ready and left.

I’d given Pita the day off because I thought all three of us would be out for the day. I found Aleeya in the living room still on the floor watching TV.

Entering, I sat on the floor next to her and said, “Aleeya?”

She looked at me for a moment and went back to watching TV.

That got me irritated. No one likes not being acknowledged so I said to her, “Aleeya, I’m speaking to you, the least you could do is answer me.”

She turned and looked at me again, then sat up facing me and matter-of-factly replied, “What.”

Raising my eyebrows, I said to her, “What’s wrong with you today? Why are you acting like this? You’ve never been mean or impolite before, talk to me. It’s only you and I here now so tell me what’s really bothering you.”

Aleeya looked down silently for a moment, then looked at me and replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be impolite or mean; I just don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?”

“Well, how long are you going to act like this without telling me what’s bothering you? I’ve done as you asked and set aside the whole day and night for just the two of us. When are you going to talk to me, or am I just going to sit here all day while you stew inside?”

“What’s stew mean?”

“It’s like a pot of soup boiling on the stove for a long time.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well, can I stew a little longer?”

“Fine,” I said, “but don’t make it too much longer. If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you in an hour, we will both be sleeping in separate beds tonight. Got it?”

“I understand,” she said. “I just need some time to calm myself down to talk, that’s all.”

“Alright then,” I replied, “I’ll be in the study.”

“I’ll be in soon,” she replied, and gave me a tiny smile.

I winked at her and went to the study where I thought about reading a book and waiting for her to come to me. Instead, I began to think about the very issues Mom and Dad raised about polygamy: jealousy issues. Is Aleeya jealous about the time I spend with Priya? Is Priya jealous of Aleeya? Priya had to some extent controlled what we did, but I only took it as her having a female perspective on things and was looking out for Aleeya’s interests - not trying to control things.

Was Priya trying to control our intimate life… even just a little? Knowing Priya, she’d never mislead me either overtly or subtly and I couldn’t believe that she would do that.

They say that perspective is reality. How we perceive things make it very real to us: whether or not our fear (or whatever) is real or not. Was my perception of Aleeya’s and my intimate life together correct? What if she senses I hold back a lot of my passion out of fear because of her age and size?

Making love to Aleeya is a lot of work, and yet, I burn with a passion for her; different than with Priya, but a definite real passion. The beast inside began to rear its ugly head again as I pondered what it would be like to let myself go with her. I got suddenly hard thinking about fucking her as she matched me stroke for stroke just like Priya. To see her eyes smolder with lust to be “nasty.” What would I do if Aleeya ever showed that kind of passion? If history were a benchmark, I’d fuck her as hard as I could just like I do Priya.

I grabbed my cock through my pants and squeezed as hard as I could as the guilt and shame of those thoughts visually ran through my brain. My God! She’s a child, a baby almost!

What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I that “Child fucker” my demon taunted me with? Why does doing these things drive my passion so?

I began to wonder if I’d used Priya’s perspective with regard to my demon, which in some ways idealized what she felt were my “true motives” as an excuse to feel and act the way I do, excusing myself from any guilt or responsibility.

I remember my childhood “Baptist days” going to revival. I recalled one fire-breathing evangelist telling people that once Satan had us snookered into believing we weren’t doing anything wrong, he’d leave us to our own devices.

Was that my case? Was I using India’s corrupt doctrine of looking the other way at child marriages and Islamic law to satiate my pedophilic desires and rationalizing to myself that I was really doing the right thing?

Something deep inside me told me that marrying a five year-old wasn’t really the best way to protect Aleeya’s interests. I had adopted her. Why couldn’t I have just been a loving father and provided a fatherly, nurturing love to her? Wouldn’t that really have been protecting her interests? Just because a kid sees its parent smoking, does that mean you give them a cigarette?

The more I thought about myself, the more I questioned my proclivities. Why is watching a young girl pee and tasting her so very erotic to me? What is it inside me that makes me snap, becoming overwhelmed and obsessed with these kinds of abnormal thoughts: being attracted to young girls, having them in every way possible, water sports?

It’s like a never-ending war that’s stalemated. Two steps forward then two steps back.

My erection subsided as I quelled my thoughts and the beast for the time being. I decided to let Aleeya set the tone for everything. If this is about sex, then I’ll give what she wants consideration. If it’s not, then I’ll find that out soon enough. I picked up that book again and idled my time reading, waiting for her to arrive.

About ten minutes later, I caught Aleeya standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t look up or let her know I knew she was there. She stood silently for about a minute (a long minute). She then stepped into the study and said, “Sean?”

Looking up, I replied, “Yes? Are you ready to talk to me?”

I rose and came around the desk and squatted down to her level and she immediately came running into my arms. She wrapped herself around me and put her face in the nape of my neck and began sobbing.

I let her cry, rubbing her back and saying to her, “There, there now, it’s alright, just let it out.”

She cried for several minutes and when she calmed down enough that I could talk to her, I carried her to the sofa. I sat with her straddling me, her head on my chest as I stroked the side of her face. I said to her, “I love you, Aleeya. You’re my wife and it really hurts me to see you in pain like this.”

I pulled her away from me enough to face her and then I gave her a closed mouth on the lips. She flung her arms around me tight and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her tiny tongue was going a mile a minute, as if searching for something, needy and wanting.

After a couple of minutes of tongue dancing, I broke the kiss and asked her, “Tell me, Sweetheart; why are you hurting inside?”

Aleeya looked down silently for a moment. She then looked up sadly and asked, “Why doesn’t Daddy love me? He’ll marry Haseeba, she’ll give him a boy baby and he’ll forget all about me, I just know it.”

I said softly to her, “I knew this wasn’t really about Priya, and I suspected it had to do with your father or Haseeba.”

I pulled her to my chest and continued, “Your father does love you, but it’s just that some people have a harder time showing it. I don’t know why your dad treated you the way he did the other night and Priya was really angry and told him so. As for forgetting you, I think you know he won’t forget all about you. You’re his daughter and he does love you.”

“But he wants a boy really bad,” she said. “He would have loved me more if I was a boy. He wouldn’t have treated a son the way he treated me.”

Looking at me with questioning eyes Aleeya continued, “If I was a boy, he wouldn’t have ignored me and let Mommy do those things. I remember seeing the way he looked at me sometimes and I know he knew all those bruises weren’t because I was clumsy.”

“I can’t answer that question for you,” I replied. “It’s true that he wants a boy and I don’t know why he thinks a boy is more important than a girl. I believe that it has to do with the way society thinks about these things. In a lot of countries like India, people think boys are more important that girls because their children will carry on the family name and that somehow it makes people feel like they live on more in history. What they don’t realize is that when a girl has a baby, her baby carries the same family legacy in her children as a boy’s does.”

I gave her a squeeze and continued, “How do you feel about Haseeba? Do you like her?”

Not looking up, she replied, “Yes I like her. Haseeba is always nice to me and treats me fine, but when I see her with Daddy it makes me sad because deep down, I wish it was my mother that was nice to me and loved me and we were a happy family.”

Aleeya’s words cut me to the quick. I realized that I had indeed probably committed a sin by marrying her and that I should have given her that fatherly love I was thinking about. Isn’t that what all kids want: a loving family?

For now, what’s done is done, and I have to make this right somehow. But for the time being, I have to play the cards I held in my hand.

I pulled her away from my chest and kissed her and said, “Everything in life happens for a reason. Sometimes, Allah makes us go through pain so that He can give us joy. Priya felt the pain of being dark skinned all her life, but now knows that God made her go through that pain so that she would be strong to love me and get married at such a young age.”

I tweaked her nose and began again. “Allah made you go through all those beatings and pain to make you strong and to show you what real love truly is. If things didn’t happen the way they happened, you’d still be with a loving family and you wouldn’t be here with me and married as a five year-old wife. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” she replied, “but why do we have to go through pain to get the joy?”

I chuckled and said, “I don’t know, Sweetie, I think it’s so that we can understand how important love truly is and appreciate the special love Allah brings into our lives.”

Pulling her to my chest again, I said, “When He thinks we’re ready, he gives us someone that loves us in such a special way that lasts a lifetime. If you hadn’t gone through all the pain, you would never have known in your heart what kind of love you needed and that you and I have that special love because you wouldn’t have been looking for it.

“You also wouldn’t have been ready in your heart to get married at such a young age and wanting to do the secret things married people do. You’d be outside playing games with your friends and being married wouldn’t even be something that you ever thought about. Do you understand?”

“I understand now,” she said. “But speaking of secret things, how come Priya tells you what to do with me? Why can’t she let me choose what I want to do?”

Giving her a serious look, I replied, “You are wrong on that point. When you and I got married, Priya told me to let you choose when you wanted me to put my dick in your secret place just like I did with her. After you made the choice to do it when we did, Priya helped you do what you wanted, didn’t she?”

Looking up, she replied, “But you put you dick in my poopy hole and didn’t ask her. Why’d you do that?”

Feeling real shame upon remembering that night and her observant point, I looked at her and said, “Because I didn’t control myself and let you make the choice. I wanted to be with you that way so much I didn’t ask you first. I just did it and I was wrong to do that. I’m sorry.”

Aleeya must have accepted that, because she went on to ask, “How come we only do it one way? Are there other ways to… what’s that word? Oh yeah, fuck. Are there?”

I chuckled, thinking to myself, This girl is no dummy either. I said, “Yes, there are different ways to do it. The real problem is your size and age. You’re five years-old and you’re small for your age. Your body hasn’t had time to grow and I’m afraid of hurting you.

”I’ve never asked you if you wanted to do it any other way because you have become comfortable the way we do it and you enjoy it. That’s more important than the way you do it; it’s that you enjoy it.”

Smiling at her, I continued with, “If you want to try some things differently, we can. Then you can decide for yourself which ways you like or don’t like. I want you to know that Priya has never told me that we could only do it one way.”

“Oh,” she replied. “What do you do with Priya that you don’t do with me?”

Thinking to myself, I was wondering if I should tell her about Priya’s fetish, but then decided that it would be best to be honest with her. If I lied, it would come back to haunt me later so I replied, “We play pee games.”

“Ohhhhh….” she replied with a wide-eyed look of surprise. “What kind of pee games do you mean?”

“The truth?” I asked.

“Yes, I want to know,” she replied with a direct look.

Where to begin? I thought to myself as I was thinking of my response. I started with, “Well, all people are different and what they like to do that makes them get tingles is different too.

I paused, reluctant to continue, but went on with, “We go pee on each other and we drink each other’s pee.”

There. I said it. It was now out in the open. I waited for her response.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “Do you really drink her pee and she drinks yours?”

She looked at me with shocked questioning, and I simply nodded yes.

Aleeya shook her head no in disbelief and said, “What other pee games do you play?”

I exhaled deeply looking up and wondering how to explain it all, and replied, “Do you remember when I watched you pee and played with your tingle button while you were peeing?”

Aleeya nodded yes.

“We do that, and sometimes I pee on her tingle button while she’s on the toilet, or we do it in the shower or tub.”

“Is that where you two drink each other’s pee too?”

I nodded yes.

She looked down, thinking for a moment, and raising her head, she replied, “Well, I don’t want to drink your pee, it tastes yucky. Do you want to drink my pee?”

Being painfully honest, I silently nodded yes.

“Oh my gosh!” she said. “Really?”

“I’m being honest with you, Aleeya; it’s hard for me, but yes, really.”

“I guess I might pee on you if you wanted, and maybe… I’m not sure, maybe you could pee on me. I’d have to think about that, but I ain’t drinking any pee!”

Being serious with her, I replied, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, I’ve never asked you to do something you don’t like to do and I never will.”

“Is that all you two do that we don’t do, or is there anything else?”

God she’s thorough! I thought. Should I tell her? I was struggling for a way to get out of being totally honest with her.

Aleeya sensed there was something more and said, “There is, isn’t there?”

Again ashamed, I nodded yes, but didn’t speak.

She asked, “What is it? Tell me. You said that we’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other. Tell me.”

I sighed in resignation and said, “Sometimes I go pee inside Priya’s behind.”

Clasping her hand to her mouth, she exclaimed, “Oh my God! You don’t - really?”

I simply nodded.

We sat in silence for several moments and I said to her, “Like I said before, all people are different and like different things. I’ve never asked you to play these games because you are young and I didn’t think you’d like it.”

Lifting her chin to look at me I said to her, “You and Priya are different people. What you and I do is different than what Priya and I do. What you like and what she likes are different also. All I ask is for you to respect Priya’s secrets and accept her. She accepts that you are different and may like different things also. Do you understand?”

Aleeya nodded yes, and said, “Can I talk to her about it?”

I replied, “Yes, but let me tell her you know first. Does knowing this change how you feel about me or Priya?”

She nodded her head no as she said, “No, it’s just seems surprising and weird to me that people would like to do this, that’s all. I kinda understand in a way because I like to hold your dick when you pee, and the one time I peed while you played with me felt really weird, but I just thought it was just naughty and didn’t think at the time it was a bad thing.”

Wanting this to end and reach a resolution and conclusion, I asked her, “Okay, is there anything else on your mind that’s bothering you? Do you have any more questions?”

Aleeya smirked and nodded no and replied, “No, I guess we talked about everything that was on my mind.”

Relieved, I said, “Good. Having talked about things, is there anything about our private life you’d like to change or try?”

Looking down, she remained silent for a moment. She raised her head and said, “Well, I’m not sure yet. I want to try some different ways to do it if you’ll teach me. Maybe… just maybe we can play a few pee-pee things, but I want to think about it first. I won’t drink your pee: that’s out for sure!”

Nodding my assent, I was satisfied that Aleeya had, for five years old, made what seemed to me to be a mature and somewhat open-minded resolution to her curiosities. I then pulled her to me and kissed her.

She stuck her tongue into my mouth and we tongue danced for a minute or two before she withdrew from the kiss. She giggled, smiled at me and said, “If I decide to let you drink my pee, you’d better gargle before I kiss you, I don’t want to taste my own pee - ever!”

I just laughed and said, “Done! Now, what do want to do today?”

“Can we go to the movies and then you can take me to dinner?”

“Sure! Let’s get cleaned up, you go wash your face and then we’ll leave alright?”

Aleeya didn’t even answer she was off my lap in a shot and ran upstairs to get ready. I grabbed the paper and looked at the movie listings while I waited. She came back down about fifteen minutes later in a denim skirt and yellow blouse with sandals on and said, “Ready? What do you want to see?”

I said to her, “How about watching this new Disney movie, okay?”

“Okay,” she responded. “Just treat me like you’re taking your wife out for the day. I don’t really care what we see; I just want to be with you. I love you, Sean with all my heart.”

She jumped into my arms, gave me a peck on the lips and continued, “Even though I went through a lot of hurt and pain, I’m glad Allah gave me you. You’ll never hurt me or leave me will you?”

“Nope,” I replied as I kissed her nose. “You’re my wife. That means you’re stuck with me all your life. Period!”

We left and went to the movies. Afterwards, we went to a quiet restaurant and had a simple meal and talked about some of the things we’d discussed earlier. We arrived home about seven.

Once in the house, we washed and said evening prayers together. Once finished, we were almost undressed and only left wearing our underwear.

I was about to ask her what was on her agenda when she looked at me with a sheepish grin and said, “I have to pee, I’ll be back in a minute.”