Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 52: Lessons on Love (Mggg, rom, cons, no sex)

I awoke at six-thirty tired, really tired. My little honey colored nympho was still sleeping soundly on my chest, my hands still holding her dainty derriere. I gave her a playful, light slap on her right butt cheek and said, “Wake up, Munchkin, time to get up.”

Leeya made an incompliant moan and mumbled in her sleep, “No, I wanna sleep…” snort.

Playfully slapping her left cheek I replied, “No, it’s time to get up.”

With a sigh of resignation, she opened her eyes and said, “Boy I’m still ‘gasmed out!”

With a chuckle I said, “Yeah, me too, but we’ve got to get up.”

“Oh all right,” she replied. “Today is Emma’s day. She’ll probably be all over you the entire day.”

“Well,” I said, “she doesn’t have the means yet to satisfy her urges.”

“Yeah,” Leeya said, “but she’s really horny for you! Did you see the way she looked at me last night? I don’t know why she’s jealous. Doesn’t she realize that I had to say yes for her to marry you?”

“I think Emma is very needy right now and is thinking of herself; she’ll come around,” I replied. “I saw the looks. Just try to be a little understanding and don’t tease her about it, okay?”

Sighing, Leeya scooted off of me and sat up saying, “Oh all right. I’ll try not to be a - what’d you call me? Oh yeah: a snot.”

Pulling her back on top of me and swatting her butt I replied, “That’s the spirit! Now get up.”

Giggling, Aleeya jumped off the bed and ran off to the bathroom. Just then, Priya and Emma knocked on the door. Feeling lazy, I barked out “Hey, number two wife, see who’s at the door!”

She retorted through the bathroom door, “Number two wife is going number two so get it yourself!”

With a lazy grunt and a chuckle, I hauled myself out of bed and putting on my boxers opened the door. Both girls sauntered in and went immediately to the bed and sat. Looking around, Priya asked, “Where’s the little tart?”

Pointing to the closed bathroom door I replied, “Number two is going number two.”

Both girls giggled at my response. I lazily laid back down on my back with my hands behind my head when Emma jumped on top of me and laid a serious lip lock on me. It was a passionate closed mouth kiss and like Aleeya on our wedding night, she held her breath as she kissed. She released me with a gasp and a coy smile.

“Guess what?” Emma asked.

Playing dumb I responded, “Don’t have a clue.”

“Oh silly,” she giggled, “It’s my day today!”

Teasing her, I got out of bed and looked at my desk calendar and beckoned her over and asked, “Tell me, Emma, where does it say ‘Emma’s Day’ on this calendar, huh?”

With mock anger, she stomped her foot and slapped my shoulder and replied, “Stop teasing me. This is my first day to be treated like a wife and have my day with you.”

I pretended surprise saying, “Oh, that Emma’s day.”

Having showered the night before, I asked Priya, “We showered last night, how about you two?”

Nodding, Priya replied, “We did too. As soon as Little Miss Honey Pot gets finished I guess we can start prayers.”

Just then we heard the toilet flush and a few moments later Aleeya opened the bathroom door and came bouncing back to the bed. She hopped on the bed with a bounce and looked at the three of us with a smile.

Emma looked at her and said, “You’re naked, did you two ‘do it’ last night?”

‘Leeya, (I guess) didn’t like her blatant comment and deciding to taunt her a little replied, “We always sleep naked. And yes, I had lots and lots of ‘gasms last night,” and sticking out her tongue finished with, “so there!”

Priya cut in with, “Alright you two, cut it out!”

Turning to Emma, Priya said, “Look, Emma, if you are curious about what she did last night, there’s a right way and a wrong way to ask. I know you’re feeling edgy right now, but that doesn’t mean you can be blatantly rude. Understand?

Emma realized that she had let her jealousy get the better of her, lowered her head and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Leeya for being rude.”

Aleeya replied empathetically, “That’s okay, Emma, I understand, but soon you can have your nights with Sean. It won’t be long.”

Not wanting to waste any more time on this, I interjected, “All right now, I’ve got to get going so let’s finish prayers or no one is going to India.”

We said prayers and went downstairs and ate breakfast. I double-checked to make sure I had everything and was about to head out the door when Emma grabbed my hand and looked up at me silently with a smile and quipped, “I’m ready, let’s go!”

Priya decided to distract Aleeya saying, “Come on, Sister, let’s go ride horseys!”

Aleeya liked the idea and replied, “Oh goody! Let’s go!”

We four left the house together: Emma and I to the car and Priya and Aleeya marching to the barn. Once in the car, I loaded all the info into the GPS and studied the readout once we were on the road. When I was sure of my first turn I put my hand on the gearshift. Emma glanced over, took my hand and put it in her lap.

I glanced over at her and chided, “I don’t think that’s a good place for my hand right now. Everyone is trusting that we’ll do the right thing. Are your feelings that strong that you need this kind of contact?”

She moved my hand to her thigh and held it and she looked at me with longing and replied, “Oh yes, Sean. Since I can’t play with myself, I just dream of being with you and I get so frustrated because I can’t do anything about it. I want to be your wife and be with you so much, I can’t stand it!”

Remembering that Priya had allowed one encounter with Leeya before we were married, I replied, “Have you talked to Priya about it? You know if she catches you cheating she’ll punish you severely. Talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

Giving her hand a loving squeeze I continued, “You’d better learn now that Priya will be two persons to you when we get married. She’ll not only be number one wife and sister to you, she’ll also be like your mother. She understands better than I do how girls feel in a multiple marriage and is really the leader in the family.”

Letting go of her hand, I gave her thigh a loving pat and said, “Besides, you’re not very good at hiding your frustrations and everyone already knows how you feel. What’s important in our relationship is to communicate and be open about things. The more open we all are about things the less friction and jealousy there is. Jealousy destroys relationships, so it’s important to be open and not hide things. In order for this kind of family to work, we all have to give up some privacy: both about what we do and also about how we feel. There’s a fine line between what we keep private and what we share. Do you understand?”

Emma looked up with an expression that said she didn’t fully understand so I said, “Look. This is a test for you. Right now, you seem to be very needy: needy for affection, love and security. What you may not realize is that there are other ways to get a lot of what you need without having sex. With our enlarged family, you have two girls who are in the same position you’ll soon be in. They can be a big help and support. Don’t look at Leeya as a five year-old kid who’s younger than you and doesn’t understand.”

Glancing over to look her in the eye, I went on, “Yes, Aleeya is very young, but she’s been married and a wife for several months and has a very direct, simple way of approaching her life. She can help you more than you think.”

“Shit!” I blurted out, “I missed the exit. Darn! I’ve got to turn around.”

After getting back on track, I said, “As I was saying, Aleeya has broken things down to the most direct and simplest approach. She doesn’t analyze too much about things. She simply has a confidence in her heart about what she wants, what’s expected of her and what she needs to give each of us in this relationship. Talk to her, you’ll be surprised.”

Looking at the GPS, I was about two blocks away from my next turn so I told Emma, “Wait a minute until I make this turn.”

After turning onto Fourteenth St., NW, I began again with, “Something else you need to realize about sex. Becoming obsessive about sex isn’t a healthy thing. You can get love and affection from all three of us because we care enough about you to want you in our family. None of us wants to see you unhappy and we’ll do anything for you.”

Turning right onto Columbia Road I continued with, “You need to put things in perspective. The average married couple has sex about two to four times a week. When we marry, we’ll have two nights a week to share together. You need to decide if this is enough for you. If not, then maybe this isn’t the right thing to do. Your sisters won’t be very understanding about this for very long because they want to spend time with me as much as you do.”

Turning right onto Massachusetts Avenue, I wanted to finish so I said to her, “It’s not very healthy to think that sex is the only way to get the things you need like love, affection and security.”

Luckily, I found a small parking lot about two blocks from the embassy and pulled in and parked. Emma was quiet as we walked into the embassy and through security. I took a number and we sat off in the corner to talk while waiting for my number to be called.

Sitting off to the side, I picked up where I left of by saying, “You need to understand is that what makes sex so special and wonderful for people are the things they do together outside the bedroom. If I’m mean and nasty to you all day, you certainly won’t want to make love when we go to bed.”

I wanted Emma to really understand what I was saying so I touched her arm and looking directly into her eyes said, “Let me tell you something. The greatest sex organ we have is our brain. Sex is 90% mental and 10% physical. What you feel between your legs can be greatly enhanced by what you think about the relationship you’re in; if it’s a loving one, the sex will be great. If it’s not, neither will the sex.’

Letting up a little, I explained, “Mom and others tease me because I can have sex six out of seven nights a week with different girls, but it’s not that simple. Sure. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t like it because I do. What you need to understand is that each of you is a uniquely different and individual person. It’s a lot of work – a lot - to treat each girl in a very special and unique way, giving each of you what you want and need most from me.”

Leaning over to whisper, I continued, “Each of you has different likes and dislikes, different ways you like to be made love to and it’s my job to give each of you what you need to be happy. So far, I’ve been able to make Priya and Leeya feel special and I hope I can make you feel special too. Aleeya told me something that was the greatest compliment I could have ever received. She said, ‘I may have to share you, but to me, you’re all mine.’ Do you see? She values what we have and thinks it’s so special that it’s like only the two of us are married.”

Just then, my number was called. After ten minutes of telling the girl what I wanted, her checking the applications and me paying the fees, the teller told me I could pick up everything any time tomorrow. Thanking her, Emma and I left and headed to the car.

Once in the car, I started it up for the air conditioning and turned to Emma to continue talking. I said, “I don’t mean to be blunt, but I will to make a point. If you think the only way for a husband and wife to express their love is by fucking, then your idea of love is screwed up. All the other things in life that we share are what make the fucking great. That goes for all four of us. When you get married to me, you’re also marrying two other people. They are as much a part of our marriage as you are of theirs.”

I turned in my seat to head home and finished up by saying, “You’ve been quiet during this whole conversation, which is fine. But remember this, and I told Leeya this yesterday. There shouldn’t be any secrets between us. I’m smart, but I’m not a mind reader. If you don’t tell me what you want, what you need, what you think and feel then I will never be able to make you happy.”

Once on the road, I patted her thigh and she looked up at me with a contemplative look and I said to her, “I have to tell you, little Miss Hot Pants, Priya may understand better than Aleeya, but neither of them had any real knowledge of sex or had ever done anything sexual before their wedding night and that includes playing with themselves. The Koran forbids it for both men and women. They, especially Aleeya, may have a problem understanding why your urges are so powerful. Like I said, talk to Priya and tell her exactly what you’re feeling. I have a feeling she’ll help you find a solution, Okay?’

Clasping my hand, Emma asked, “Do you think so? I mean, really? I thought that she’s just looking to catch me and punish me.”

“There you go,” I replied. “You’re not seeing the rest of your future marriage partners as people who are just as interested in making you happy as I am. One of Priya’s duties is to ensure fairness and harmony in the family. She needs to be fair and sometimes that means being strict but it’s also her duty to make sure your needs are met, just like hers or Aleeya’s. Understand?”

Emma nodded and replied, “I never thought of it that way. I’ll think about what you’ve said. You’ve told me some things I never considered, especially the part about marrying Priya and Leeya when I marry you. I think I can understand why you guys call it your family because you’re all married to each other and love each other like a husband or wife, right?”

Nodding my affirmation I said, “Exactly! You’ll learn that we depend upon each other for our happiness: not on just one person. In a way, it’s better than a regular marriage in that there are more people loving you in a very special married way to make us happy. I think you’re getting the idea. I’m proud of you!”

Stopping at a light, I leaned over and gave her a short tender kiss. Emma blushed and looking down, she whispered as she touched her lips, “That’s my second kiss as your fiancé.”

With a chuckle, I replied, “And there’ll be many more over the years to come, Sweetheart.”

The light changed and I drove on. Emma was quiet for the remainder of the trip home, content to hold my hand and twirl my Princeton school ring on my finger.

We arrived home to find the girls hadn’t returned from riding horseys. Abby was busy preparing dinner and Mom was lounging in the family room watching Oprah. Emma said she was going to lie down, which surprised me. I thought she’d be in my lap in a New York second when we got home. I said okay as she walked upstairs, so I went in to fill Mom in on our discussion.

I gave Mom a detailed account of what I’d said and she shook her head and asked, “Do you think she’ll be alright?”

Shrugging I replied, “I think it’s a crap shoot. She’s getting a rude awakening to what it’s really like to be in a polygamorous marriage, but she’s hurting right now. She really wants some intimacy and I’m not so sure she can hold out. I told her to talk honestly with Priya about it, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what she does.”

Pointing upstairs, I said, “I hope she’s not going upstairs to get herself off. I thought she’d be in my lap as soon as we got it the door. Instead, she said she was going to lie down; go figure.”

Mom started to rise and replied, “I’d better check on her. I don’t want her being her own worst enemy. If she is breaking her word, she might fall apart at being punished for it.”

Mom went upstairs to check on Emma so I went to the kitchen for some ice tea and to chat with Abby. Abby and I were talking about the trip to the embassy when Mom came back downstairs. I gave her a questioning look and asked, “Well?”

Mom shrugged and replied, “She was really just lying down. She said she was just thinking about the things you’d said to her and was trying to rethink things.”

Smiling I extolled, “Good for her! I was hoping I got through to her. Now, let’s see if the seed germinates.”

Abby slapped my arm and retorted, “You geek, nobody talks like that. Why can’t you just say, ‘We’ll see if she understands?’ Gosh, you make it sound like you’re cultivating a plant!”

Amusingly I said, “In a way we are. She’s like a flower that needs proper water, soil and sunshine to help her bloom. We don’t want to see her about to bloom and then die on the vine, do we?”

‘No,” Abby admitted, “I guess you’re right, we don’t.”

From the table, Mom chided, “Okay, enough about horticulture: especially when Johnnie Appleseed here is going around germinating little girls - or should I say sperminating?”

“Funny, Mom,” I replied with a smirk, “very funny.”

She was on a roll and quipped back, “Hey, I call ‘em as I see ‘em. By the way, I could tell this morning you took care of Aleeya’s ‘odor’ problem.”

“Boy,” I replied shaking my head, “what brought this on all of a sudden? You never let up, do you?”

With a smile Mom said, “Well, you guys thought it was pretty cute when Aleeya had me on the ropes last night, didn’t you?”

With chuckling remembrance I nodded and replied, “Yeah, well out of the mouths of babes…”

What’s that about power and the last word in an exchange? Mom was gonna be sure she spoke last and retorted with, “Shut up, you toe sucking pussy.”

Pretending to thrust a dagger into my chest I replied, “Ouch! That hurt, Ma.”

Not letting up she quipped, “If the shoe fits, wear it. But with you, it seems three sizes are a perfect fit.”

Looking at Abby I said, “Boy, she never quits does she?”

Mom shot back with, “That’s Okay, I think you’ve met your match because that blonde haired little vixen upstairs will probably fuck your brains out when she gets half the chance!”

Vanquished, I admitted defeat and said, “Okay, Mom, Okay. You win, I’ll shut up.”

Taking no prisoners Mom finished with, “I told you, you were a toe sucking pussy.”

Not knowing how to end this, I conceded, “Okay Mom, you’ve driven the last nail in the coffin.”

Making sure she had the last word she replied, “Yeah and I’m still holding the hammer with another nail in hand.”

Even a man of average IQ knows when it time to shut up, so that’s what I did. I just looked at her and silently drank my tea as she gave me a coy smile of victory.

Saved by the girls!

Just then, Priya and Aleeya came through the door giggling. After catching her breath, Priya asked, “Everything go all right? Where’s Emma?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “I’ll pick up the passports tomorrow, but I have to talk to you about a discussion I had with Emma. Right now, she’s upstairs lying down.”

“Oh yeah?” she added as she looked at me, then at Mom.

Mom nodded and said, “I think you should talk to her after you and Sean talk.”

Mom said to Aleeya, “Come on, Munchkin, let’s go get cleaned up for dinner and check on Emma.”

I gave Priya the complete rundown on Emma putting my hand in her lap, what I said to her and what little she’d replied. I also mentioned to her what she’d done for Aleeya before we were married and asked her if she thought that something like that might help Emma. She asked me, “What do you think?”

I shrugged and said, “I think she’ll end up getting caught and will be devastated when she has to pay the piper.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” she said. “But first, I want to talk to Emma and bounce it off Mom and Aleeya before I give either of you an answer, alright?”

“Sounds fair to me,” I replied. “I think if we give in a little like we did with Leeya, she’ll hopefully see that we are truly on her side and considering her feelings.”

“You may be right,” Priya agreed, “but I still want to talk to Emma and Mom first. I’m going upstairs and talk to her now.”

Nodding, I went back to my tea as Priya headed upstairs. Abby and I talked about it and Abby seemed to think that giving Emma some “controlled” intimacy with one or more orgasms would go a long way in us encouraging her to become more empathetic herself and not concentrate so much on sex.

About twenty minutes later, Mom and all the girls came down for dinner. Priya and Mom had serious looks on their faces and Emma looked like she’d been crying. Aleeya looked a little confused and probably feeling left out of the discussion. Mom asked Abby how long before dinner and Abby said it would be ready in about twenty minutes.

Mom said to Aleeya, “Come on, Leeya let’s take a walk with Priya.”

Aleeya was now happy to be included and jumped up with a smile and replied, “Okay, let’s go!”

Once they were out the door, Emma came over and sat on my lap. She put her head in the nape of my neck and I felt the wetness of her silent tears against my skin. Leaning my cheek against hers I asked, “What’s the matter, Baby? Why are you crying? Did you talk to Priya like I asked you to?”

Emma nodded yes and whispered, “I love you soooo much Sean, it burns like fire deep inside me. What am I gonna do?”

I said sympathetically, “I know, Sweetie, but you have to be grown up about this. Getting married means you have to grow up and approach things, even private things in a grown up way. I know it’s hard for you and so do Priya, Aleeya and Auntie. Be patient a little longer.”

I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes and encouraged her with, “The three girls are talking about it now. If they can find a way to help you, they will.”

She implored, “But why did ‘Leeya go with them, she doesn’t make any decisions?”

I guess some of what I said didn’t sink in so I said firmly to her, “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong! Remember I told you you’d be marrying Priya and Aleeya? (She nodded) Well, she has a say in the decision too, just like you will when we get married. I told you earlier that Aleeya may be five, but she’s more a wife than you are and I’m not just talking about a wedding. She’s a married girl with marriage experience and can, and is, entitled to voice her opinions. What you and I do also affects her as much as it does Priya.”

Seeing the truth in my words, Emma nodded said, “Yeah, you’re right. I keep forgetting that because she younger, she’s smarter than me when it comes to marriage.”

Emma started weeping again and cried, “But I wanna be with you so much it hurts!”

I enfolded her in my arms and just let her cry herself out. I rubbed her back and cooed reassuring endearments in her ear to make her feel better and she slowly started to respond. About ten minutes later, the girls returned from their walk.

They each took a seat and it appeared that they had decided to let Mom begin. She looked down silently at the table and asked Abby for some water. After receiving the bottle of water, Mom took a sip and began. Starting with a sigh, Mom took Emma’s hand in hers and said, “Emma, look at me.”

Emma sat up, wiped her eyes and looked at Mom. Mom said, “Priya, Aleeya and I have discussed your overwhelming feelings to share something intimate with Sean. I’ll let them speak their own opinions, but I’ll give you mine first.”

Sitting upright Mom continued, “I agreed with Priya and Aleeya to allow you and Sean some ‘semi’ intimate time together. By semi, I mean that your sisters will be present and there’ll be no nudity and more importantly, no penetration of any kind. If you’re going to marry at eight years old, you’re damn well going to be a virgin bride. Understand?”

Mom abruptly added, “Oh and another thing. I don’t want to know what goes on between you four, but I’m trusting Priya to make sure my wishes are carried out.”

Emma couldn’t believe her ears! She covered her face with her hands and cried. We all shrugged as if to say, “I don’t know what’s wrong.” Emma got herself under control and said, “Sean, you were right, they really do care about me!”

Everyone gave a sigh of relief that she was crying tears of joy. Priya rubbed her back and said, “Emma, look at me.”

Emma turned around to face Priya and Priya began to speak saying, “Aleeya and I have agreed to let you share some intimacy with Sean, but we will be present. The reason for this is because, as you know, sexual feelings can be very intense and we don’t want things getting out of control.”

Priya sat back and continued, “In order to give you some of what you want, you have to give Auntie, and your sisters some of what they want. What we want is to make sure that your virginity remains intact. Aleeya and I, along with Auntie believe that for your wedding night to be a night of discovery for both you and Sean, that neither of you should see each other naked until then. Since Auntie doesn’t want to know any details, we’ll discuss that tonight.”

Taking a sip of my tea, Priya laid down the ground rules by saying, “You and Sean can share some intimate contact on any one of your nights that you choose and on Fridays when we’re all together anyway. That’ll give you two nights a week, just like Aleeya and I”

Wiping away her tears with a smile, Emma replied, “Oh thank you, Priya! Thank you so much!”

Priya looked at her seriously and added, “I’m not the one you should be thanking. It was Aleeya that convinced Auntie and I to do this for you and she even formulated the plan.”

Driving my earlier point home, I tapped Emma on the shoulder and said pointedly to her, “See, I told you, Aleeya is smarter than you think.”

Emma turned to Aleeya and said, “Sister, how can I ever thank you? How did you know how much this means to me?”

Aleeya had tears running down her honey colored cheeks and replied with a soft smile, “Because I remember how much pain I was in when I wanted to be Sean’s wife: just like you and how much I needed to be with him. Priya gave me one time with Sean and her to be like a wife and it made me even closer to them. I want you to be as close to us as you are to Sean; then we’ll really be sisters. If I’m gonna share our husband with you, I want you to love us as much as you do Sean. Then we can all share the same love with each other.”

There wasn’t a dry eye among us: even Abby was blubbering at the sink. Mom smiled at Aleeya and said, “I couldn’t have said it any better, Sweetie.”

Mom wiped her face and finished the topic with, “I’ll tell Poppy what’s going on, but don’t openly mention it, Emma. Poppy is very sensitive about this issue.”

“I understand, Auntie,” she replied.

Aleeya, proving her salt, added, “Remember, Emma, when each of us feels pain, the others feel it too. Don’t ever be jealous of me again. I’m giving up one night a week to you and opening my heart to you. I did what I did for you to prove my love. We will all be a family. Family comes first. You and I both know what it’s like to lose someone we love. My mother beat me, but she was still my mother and I loved her.”

Leeya was now crying as she continued, “Don’t push us away. If you can’t trust us enough to come to us for help, then you don’t belong. There will come a time when I need you to help me and I hope you’ll be there when I do.”

Emma jumped up and ran to her sister and embraced her as they cried together. Emma giggled out, “How did you get so smart?”

Aleeya giggled back through her tears and replied, “Priya, Sean and Auntie. When you have people who can teach you by showing you what real love is, you know in your heart what’s right. The one most important thing I learned about true love is… love never hurts — it heals.”

What more could anyone add?

We closed the discussion with a unanimous “Amen!”

Dad arrived just in time for dinner as Abby was setting the food on the table. Dad asked, and I told him about the visa status. Emma was sitting next to me now with a cheese-eating grin on her face as she ate. Everyone seemed amused that Emma was now happy to finally get a chance to scratch her itch. Dad was oblivious to the yet untold events.

Dinner finished peacefully and was more relaxed than it had been in days. After helping clean up the table and load the dishes in the dishwasher we headed upstairs for prayers.

When evening prayers were finished, we four sat on the bed for our private conversation. Emma wanted to be completely sure she understood the terms so she asked openly, “When you said I could choose one of my nights, does that mean it could be tonight?”

When it comes to these kinds of details, I’m just the toe sucking pussy: the girls work it out amongst themselves. Emma looked at me for the answer and I put up my hands and said, “Whoa, I do what I’m told. This is their show, ask them.”

She looked at Priya and Aleeya and they both nodded yes.

Emma and I must have had one of those “Meeting of the minds” sort of thing because I was trying to picture when she started to ask, “How can we do intimate stuff with our clothes on?”

Priya answered, “You can wear a nightshirt and panties and Sean will wear his boxers. He can touch you through your clothes and you can do the same, but no direct skin-to-skin contact. Understood?”

Looking up with a contemplative yet confused look, Emma said, “Oh, I get it… I think.”

I replied, “I get the picture now.”

Leeya giggled out, “Emmy, as horny as you are, even if he touches you through your panties, you’ll blast off like a rocket to Mars!”

We all had to laugh at that!

After the laughter died down, Emma asked Aleeya, “What’d you call me?”

“Emmy,” Aleeya giggled “I like it better than “MMM-AAHH” — it sounds more, I don’t know, more like the way everyone sometimes calls me Leeya. I like it.”

Nodding, everyone agreed that Emmy sounded more endearing than Emma, so we decided to start calling her Emmy.

Emmy was hot to trot and began to pull her shirt up when Priya snorted, “Whoa! What are you doing?”

“Getting ready,” Emmy replied nonchalantly. “I thought you said we could do it tonight.”

“Jeez!” ‘Leeya said shaking her head, “Don’t you know anything?”

“What?” Emmy asked.

Priya explained, “First we go to your room and get you dressed. You’re not a little tart… yet. You need to get ready for the big event. You know, brush your hair…”

“And your teeth,” ‘Leeya whispered.

“Put on a nice nightshirt,” Priya continued, “and maybe some sexy panties — but no thong-type. Then you can come to your lover and when we return, he’ll be in for a big surprise!”

My two wives giggled with hand-covered mouths as Emmy finally understood and with a nice pink blush covered her face and giggled too. I figured I’d be hard as a rock in anticipation when they arrived and with that thought, I just gave a devilish grin.

Standing, Priya took Emmy’s hand and said coyly, “Okay, Sister, let’s go get ready for lover boy. You ready?”

Emmy blushed and with a shy smile nodded, took Priya’s hand and stood to leave. The bubbly little snot quipped, “Oh goody! I get to watch Emmy get some ‘gasms!”

Emmy looked quizzically at her and asked, “Get some what?”

“Holy smokes!” Leeya chided, “Don’t you know anything? ‘Gasms! You know: or – gaz — ums?”

With an understanding smile, Emmy replied, “Yeah ‘gasms, How many can I have?”

Priya rolled her eyes as she shook her head and quipped, “She’ll fit right in! Another preteen nymphomaniac! Come on girl, let’s get ready”

I lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head and thought to myself, Does life get any better than this?

I got up, went to the bathroom and performed my own little “get ready” ritual, brushing my teeth, combing my hair and after undressing, putting on a clean pair of boxers.

While I was pulling up my change of underwear, I thought it strange to be doing this because in all probability, I end up dropping at least one load into them. Oh well, the things we do for love — or is it lust?

I pulled back the duvet, climbed in and waited for my harem to arrive.

I waited.

I waited some more.

I looked at the clock: they’ve been gone thirty minutes. What’d they do, go out and buy her new clothes? Naw, none of them are old enough to drive.

Hmmmm, maybe she’s had second thoughts… Naw, she’s a stick of dynamite on a short fuse!

A Brazilian wax? Naw, she doesn’t have hair yet… does she?

Getting a pedicure and manicure? Naw, she’s not thinking of her nails about now… is she?

All this brainstorming wasn’t having the desired effect on the equipment I noticed.

I laughed to myself when I thought, Isn’t making love with your clothes on like trying to get pregnant and using a condom? Hell, wearing clothes is like being inside a condom.

I took a drink of water and waited some more. Looking at the clock, damn! Forty-five minutes, what the hell are they doing?

Maybe they took her to the doctors for birth control pills. Naw, I forgot: gotta wear clothes. Besides, she can’t get pregnant yet… can she?

That though really didn’t sit well with my GI Joe.

Wait!

What was that?

Did I hear something? There it is again. You asshole, someone’s knocking on the damn door, you idiot!

Ahem.

With my ever-in control presence and nerves of steel and with confidence I said, “Come in.”

The knob turned slowly and I watched with great anticipation as the door began to slowly open when I heard, “Hi, Sean, it’s me,” as Leeya’s voice preceded her head peeking around the door.

With a giggle she came skipping to the bed and jumped on the bed, landing with a bounce saying, “Boy are you gonna be suuu-prised!”

As the door widened, I saw a chocolate colored hand then Priya stepped inside, walked to the bed and sat beside me.

“Trying to be ‘cute’?” I asked her. “Are there any more family members invited, like Mom or Dad?”

Priya smacked me on the arm and scolded me saying, “No, the only one left to make an entrance is your birthday gift.”

Taking a line from Leeya, I rubbed my hands together quickly and replied with anticipatory glee, “Oh goody, goody, I just love birthdays!”

Suddenly, the bedroom door ever so slowly started to open. Priya said, “Close your eyes.”

Covering my eyes with her hands, Priya said, “Okay come in, Emmy.”

After she entered and closed the door, I heard the click of the lock then there was silence.

Priya took her hands away from my eyes and whispered, “Here’s your present, Darling.”

I opened my eyes and…