Child Brides of India

By: C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 55: Fitting In (Mgg, rom, no sex)

I awoke about six followed by Priya. As we talked, Leeya stirred and woke. Emmy was sleepy on soundly as we talked. Priya asked Leeya, “Why did you kiss me like that last night?”

Leeya giggled and replied, “When I did it, I really didn’t think about it, I just did it to share Sean’s sperms with you; but when I did, your lips were so soft and warm I liked it and just kissed you. Am I bad? Did I do something wrong? I’m a little afraid that you’re mad at me for doing it.”

“No, you’re not bad: well maybe a little, you nasty tart!” Priya said jokingly. “I’m not mad. I enjoyed it too for the same reasons. I liked your soft lips and the softness of your kiss. For a little girl, you kiss very well!”

Leeya giggled and replied, “I had a good teacher, right, Sean?”

“Right, Babe,” I said proudly.

Just then Emmy moaned, licked her lips trying to rid herself of that morning taste and rolled onto her back. Looking over, I asked, “Well, it looks like you’ve returned to the land of the living. How do you feel?”

With a blushed giggle she replied, “Wonderful! I dreamt all night of doing things with you. Nasty things like you… never mind.”

Softly rubbing her panty-covered treasure she chuckled and added, “Anyway, my little pooter is still tingly and sort of wet and squishy. I can’t wait until Sunday to do it again!”

Teasing her I replied, “Me thinks we’ve created a sex fiend!”

Priya sat up and said, “Emmy, there’s something I have to tell you. Last night after you went to sleep, Leeya and I shared a passionate kiss. We both agreed that we liked it and I’m not sure where this may lead. I’m telling you because you need to know. It’s okay and perfectly understandable you don’t want to do anything with either of us girls I just thought that you had a right to know. If you do, then that’s okay too.”

Looking at each of the girls, she continued, “Sean has made a rule, and I agree with him that we should look to Sean for our sexual pleasures, but if we girls want to experiment together, we have to do it in Sean’s presence. Remember, no one, and I mean no one has to do anything they don’t want to do, agree?”

Emmy, after recovering from what she’d just heard, looked at Leeya and then Priya and replied, “That seems fair. I want to be with Sean so much right now my pussy aches for him and I really don’t want to think about being with a girl. Maybe later, that is… maybe if I see you and Leeya doing stuff together I might want to try it, I just don’t know right now.”

Looking at Leeya I asked, “Leeya, what about you?”

Leeya looked at Emmy and then Priya, blushed and answered, “Like I said, I just did it without thinking. I might want to do things with Priya or Emmy, but I’d like to just let it happen and not really think about it too much. Like Emmy, it makes me feel so very happy inside doing all the things Sean and I do together and I might like being with a girl, I just never really thought about. I think I’ll just let it happen, if that’s alright with you.”

“Wise answer,” I replied. “Now, I think it’s time to get up, shower and say prayers.”

Everyone nodded and with yeses, the girls rose and left to attend to their morning duties as I did the same. Morning prayers said we went downstairs to eat.

Dad was just leaving and with a hurried goodbye, was out the door and off to work. Mom, as usual, was nursing her coffee. Over her cup, she eyed each of us as we sat and gave a wry smile as she shook her head.

With a naughty gleam in her eye and a smile behind her cup she asked me, “Well, how’d you like your present?”

Now it was my turn to blush and I replied with a chuckle, “Absolutely stupendous! It’ll be pretty hard to top that present!”

Mom giggled and threw me a zinger by quipping, “Oh I don’t think you’ll have a problem topping her will you, Letch?”

Being honest, I quipped back with a smile, “Now that you mention it, Mom, no. No problem at all!”

Emmy blushed and giggled with the other girls. Abby was serving breakfast and commented, “Boy, Emma, you sure have that “’Cheshire cat that ate the canary look’ this morning! From the look of things, you’re feeling much better today.”

Looking up through her lashes with fork in hand she replied shyly, “Yeah, I feeling much better!”

Swallowing her sip of coffee Mom took a sniff of the air and commented, “God, Sean, what do you do to these children! I’ll have to buy them some Summers Eve or something: She smells like she’s ready for round two - or is it three or four… maybe five? I’m not sure how many times my sexy little blonde niece got off last night!”

Emmy was bright pink as she whispered, “Four I think… maybe five.”

Everyone chuckled and Abby cupped her pendulous breasts and sighed longingly as she looked up, “Oh God, to be young and horny again. I remember the days of five orgasms a night!”

As she walked back to the kitchen she quipped, “Just thinking about, maybe I need some Summers Eve!”

That brought wide-eyed looks as we laughed in amazement. Abby usually isn’t that randy.

Mom regained herself and replied, “Just tie George to the bed, turn his pacemaker up a notch and ride him like one of these little girls!”

We busted a gut with that remark and Abby gave a contemplative look and replied, “Hmmm, I may just do that!”

Thinking it was time to change the subject I said, “Mom, what day next week do you want me to schedule our flight for?”

Setting her cup down replied, “Well, your birthday is Monday, so why don’t we fly back on Thursday, sound feasible to you?”

Everyone nodded with yeses so I replied, “Fine, Thursday it is. I’ll call the airline today.”

We finished breakfast without any more sex jokes. I went to the study to call the airline while the girls decided to take a dip in the pool and went upstairs to change.

I called Northwest and booked our flight. We’d leave BWI at six am with another overnight layover in Amsterdam and arrive in New Delhi at eleven-thirty pm on Friday night. I then booked two rooms at the Moevenpick Hotel in Amsterdam for our overnight stay. Having finished making all the travel arrangements, I walked to the family room and looked out the patio doors at the girls by the pool. Leeya had on a cute one-piece (yellow of course); Priya wore a white one-piece which set off her chocolate complexion beautifully! Her smallish breasts jutted straight out proudly and I again took in her exotic beauty. Emmy had on a powder blue two-piece that set off her blue eyes and pale complexion.

Looking at the treasure between her legs, I was presented with a fat, bulging vulva that displayed a beautifully defined plump camel toe! I grabbed my package and groaned to myself wondering what it would look like splitting that ripe, fat peach with my cock… I almost wanted to jerk off when I pictured those soft, fat, oversized pussy lips wrapped around my cock enfolding me as her large clitty jutted outward like a tongue licking the top of my dick. Whew! What a picture! When I realized I was hard as a rock, I snapped back to reality and tried to rub it down.

I was so enamored with watching the girls I didn’t see Mom sitting at the table watching me. She startled me when she said, “Hey pervert, something pique your interest?”

I jerked my head around to see her looking at me with a coy grin and answered, “Huh? What was that?”

Shaking her head she replied beckoning me to sit saying, “Nothing, come here and sit down.”

Embarrassed, blushing and hiding my erection with my hand I moved to the table and sat. Looking down, Mom silently drew circles on the table as she asked, “Sean, I’ve tried to be open-minded about you marrying young girls, and I’m not trying to pry or embarrass you, but could you tell me what it’s like to have sex with a little girl?”

“Honestly?” I asked.

“Honestly.” she replied.

Looking her in the eyes, I said, “Mom, it’s the most indescribably glorious feeling! What makes it all the more so is the fact that our passion feeds off one another. It’s incredible to see a girl, say as young as Leeya, being split open so obscenely wide accepting me into her body and consumed in passion working toward our mutual climax. It’s just incredible! They love it as much as I do.”

Looking at me she asked, “You were just thinking about fucking Emma, weren’t you?”

I admittedly nodded silently.

“Before you came out,” she said as she looked out at the girls, “I was studying them too. Emma is a very beautiful girl. She’s got the fattest little pussy lips I’ve ever seen! She’s ripe and dripping for you isn’t she?”

Again I silently nodded.

“I’m curious,” she asked, “does a girl that young smell like a woman?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Leeya has the lightest scent, womanly but sweet. Priya smells stronger, womanlier but again, there’s a sweetness to her. Emmy has the strongest scent: very much a woman in smell but again she also has that sweetness. They’re all uniquely different but similar, all delectable, sensuous and very erotic.”

With a flush, Mom gave a slight smile and said, “Emma’s like me, I can tell. She’s like a billowing bond-fire. I know Priya is very sexual but Emma, I think, will surpass her in passion and intensity”

Mom blushed and continued, “Your father and I play the same games you kids do and we both know what that means. Just be careful with Emma, keep her under control. Otherwise, she’ll end up going too far. Priya displays a continuous smoldering passion, but Emma is a raging furnace inside. She’ll consume you if you’re not careful, I mean that, Sean! If you’re not careful, she can destroy your family with her lust. You’re a married man now so I can talk to you as a married woman, not a mother. Your father has had to keep me in check with a tight rein because I too can be overpowering in my passion; so I know of what I speak.”

Taken aback, I shook my head with a smirk and replied, “I’ll keep that in mind, Mom: really I will. I was just thinking about what she whispered to me last night as you were speaking. She said she’d do anything I wanted - anything! I’ll have to watch myself because I can see she has an erotic, sensual allure to her that captivates me and I could easily get caught up in a whirlwind of lust. I’ve always had to control myself because the girls are still small; but if what you say is true, things could easily get out of control with Emmy.”

Looking down at the table I went on, “The hardest thing about controlling myself is that Emmy is so incredibly beautiful and has such an overwhelming sensuality to her. She’s almost irresistible in her ability to captivate me. I was just thinking when you interrupted me that Priya is my soul mate and always will be, but I just want to fuck Emmy’s brains out! I want her so bad, I could fuck her so deep I’d cum in her mouth: that’s how deep I want to be in her, isn’t that fucked up?”

Mom shook her head and said, “The sad thing is, if it were physically possible, she’d let you. Your wedding night will probably be a real fuckfest. Just be careful, she’d let you hurt her without thinking if you’re not in control.”

I sighed and asked, “I thought you were teasing the other day but you meant it when you said she’d probably fuck my brains out, didn’t you?”

With a silent nod, she then replied, “Every word.”

“Damn!” I joked, “I’ll probably have to start taking Viagra. Leeya is starting to become more active and wanting to explore more also.”

Mom smiled and said fondly, “Now that little girl, I think, loves you as much as Priya does: maybe even more. If she lost you, she’d certainly die of a broken heart! You’re everything to her. Her whole world revolves around her life with you. Hold her close and treasure her because she’ll always protect you as much as Priya will. She’s incredibly smart in an intuitive sort of way. She doesn’t think about it, she just loves you: that’s all she needs to know.”

As Mom was speaking, I looked out and saw the little snot holding her nose and bouncing up and down on the diving board. Leeya is a paradox in some ways. Seeing her bounce on that board, she’s got the straight, shapeless figure of a little boy and looking at her, she’s playing like a regular five year-old. On the other hand, she can take all seven inches of me in her tiny little ass and loves it. She’s said the most profound things to me, even more profound than Priya at times. She loves me totally and gives herself to me the same way, and I feel the same way about her.

I chuckled as I came back to reality and Mom said, “What? Did I say something funny?”

Smiling as I saw the lemon-clad urchin laughingly jump into the pool, I replied, “No, it’s just that watching Leeya right now and hearing your words reminds me of a song I heard on the radio the other day that reminded me of her. It went something like,

A little bit a sugar

A little bit a spice

A little bit of nasty, and

A little bit of nice…

I started to tear up a little and told Mom, “What’s so breathtaking about her is that she truly treasures our intimate life and it’s always like a spiritual thing for her when I cum inside her. She treats our intimacy with such reverence.”

With a soft smile as I spoke of her, Mom said, “She’s truly remarkable in many ways. It’s as if every time she got a beating, she made a vow to herself that when she finds the love she’s looking for, she’d rip her heart out to keep it. You don’t notice but many times she looks at you with such deep emotion like you said: with reverence. It’s as if her very breath comes from your beating heart.”

Touching my hand she looked at me seriously and added, “I think she knows Emma’s passion because she hinted to it when we were discussing allowing Emma some intimacy. Even knowing, she formulated a plan for Emma and convinced us to agree. She’s not stupid though; she’s got her eye on her you can bet on that. There’ll be a real cat fight if Emma pushes too hard and I’ll lay you odds that little pixie will come out on top. She’ll fight to the death over you: sister or no sister!”

After a silent few moments Mom said, “Priya’s is a selfless love. Priya’s my baby and my best friend. She’s the most remarkable woman I know. I say woman because she is just that - a woman. It’s s a mother’s dream to see her child find its soul mate and I’m glad I’ve lived to see it come true for you. She’ll sacrifice herself for you even if she’s hurting inside. She’d give the most treasured part of herself to you if she thought it would make you happy. She’d even find you another child bride if you wanted one. I’d hate to think it’s true, but she would probably even give you her own child if you wanted it.”

Shocked, I retorted, “Mom! I may have an attraction to certain young girls, but I know for a fact that having sex with my own child is over the top and really perverse! It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it!”

“Calm down,” she replied while waving her hand, “Don’t get your balls in an uproar! I was just making a comment based on my observations, that’s all. I never said you would do such a thing and I don’t think that even with your proclivities, you’d consider it!”

“Well,” I shot back, “Don’t even think such a thing much less bring it up! It makes me sick to think of such a thing!”

After stewing over what she’d said, I added, “Look, I admit I like having sex with young girls, any kind of sex: oral, anal, vaginal; I even like water sports but fucking my own daughter would be like eating someone’s AID’s infected shit - it’s a totally disgusting and repugnant thought!”

“Okay, okay,” she replied, “calm down! I’m sorry I said anything!”

Changing the subject I told her, “I’ve made all the travel arrangements. We take off from BWI on Thursday morning at six am with an overnight layover in Amsterdam. We arrive in New Delhi on Friday night at eleven-thirty, okay with you?”

“Yeah,” she replied, “that’s fine. Have you called Pita to see how things are there?”

“Unfortunately,” I said, “I haven’t. I’d think Monaavi is still coming over and teaching Attiya while we’re gone. I wonder how Mahmoud and Haseeba are getting on?”

“Now there’s a pair,” Mom said. “Mahmoud had me fooled in the beginning, but now that I’ve seen a few things, I don’t really care for him. After the way he neglected Leeya and doesn’t really have much of a relationship with her simply because she’s a girl is appalling to me. He certainly didn’t lose any sleep over divorcing her wife. It didn’t take him long for his wandering eyes to latch onto Haseeba either. I don’t know… he just seems shallow and selfish to me. I hope he’s learned from his mistakes and treats Hasseeba well. He really hasn’t tried to solidify his relationship with Leeya either, has he?”

Shaking my head no I replied, “No, not really. He’s made a few comments to Leeya, but hasn’t asked her to spend any time with him, In all fairness, they really haven’t had a chance; we left India soon after they were married and Haseeba graduated high school.”

“Well,” Mom replied, “just watch him. I think he’s a snake in the grass.”

How about Monaavi?” I asked. “What’s your take on her?”

Sipping her coffee Mom responded, “She’s a shy, sweet and absolutely lovely girl. Girl… I should say woman, but she’s a little too naïve and innocent for her age, She’s a very nice, even-tempered person and diligent too. She’s chaste and deems devout. She really loves children and is very good with them. I think she’s well suited to be a teacher.”

Mom looked up and thought out loud, “I wonder how Attiya’s doing. I’ve thought a lot about her after I left. After seriously rethinking my assessment of her, I think Monaavi can get her to the point where she can communicate, at least adequately enough to understand her, but in all probability she won’t be able to cope with a regular school because of her handicap.”

Sitting back she continued, “Kids can be very cruel, especially with someone who’s not like them. Like all autistic children, Attiya’s very sensitive and might very well withdraw into herself if she feels inadequate in some way.”

“It’s a shame,” I commented. “She’s a very sweet and caring little girl. She and Leeya are like sisters. Watching the two of them, Leeya is like a protective mother hen. She talks softly to her, gently instructing her to make sure she learns her lessons. It’s amazing how young kids communicate sometimes. They don’t seem to have the problems we adults have in that area.”

With a chuckle, replied, “Yeah, it is amazing isn’t it? I read a book on Taoism once and they believe a child has a third eye that sees things we adults can’t, like seeing the inner person in people, their motives and even spirits. When we grow up all we’re left with of that quality is a sixth sense. Some retain more of that eye than others.”

Just then, the little snot came inside dripping looking like a drowned field mouse: her wet, stringy hair with her arms wrapped around herself, goose bumps and purple lips quivering - even her little toes were purple. She stopped in front of me and shivered out, “I’m cold, Sean, warm me up.”

I sat her on my lap, hugged her to me and began rubbing her arms with her towel for a couple of minutes. I said to her, “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a warm shower. I’ll be up in a minute to wash the chlorine out of your hair, okey-dokey?”

She shivered out, “Okay.”

With that, she hopped off my lap and shivered her way upstairs. After Mom and I chuckled over her innocent, childlike manner, I told Mom, “I’d better go attend to the urchin.”

I rose and went upstairs. I wasn’t sure which bedroom she was in so I hollered her name. I heard her muffled replied coming from her bedroom. I walked in and she was standing in the bathroom shivering. Chuckling I asked her, “Why didn’t you get into the shower, silly?”

“I was waiting for you.” he replied.

“Alright, Munchkin, into the tub.” I directed.

She turned and climbed into the tub while I adjusted the water level. As she stood, I saw her pudgy, puffy little pussy lips dimpled with goose bumps and leaned over and kissed her on her mons.

She giggled and said, “Your lips are warm on my baby coochie.”

I looked at her lovingly and said, “I love you, Darling, you make me so very happy! By the way, you’ve got a beautiful baby pussy!”

She blushed and said, “And it tastes good too, right?”

“Absolutely delicious!” I replied. “You’re sweeter than a ripe mango!”

Leeya smiled at me, placed her hands on my shoulders and gave me a tender kiss. She smiled and replied, “Sean, you make me so happy! I always feel safe and loved with you. I know I’m not pretty like Priya or Emmy, but you treat me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world! With you, I really do feel beautiful!”

I kissed her nose and said softly, “Oh, but you are very beautiful! You’ll never know how beautiful you are to me.”

“I may not know up here (pointing to her head), but in here (laying her hand over her heart) I can feel your love.”

Getting choked up, jokingly I quipped, “I know you do my little baby bride. Number two, you’re an excellent wife! By the way, what made you try and deep throat me last night?”

“Oh that,” he giggled, “I like pleasing you, and I like to feel you deep inside me, I thought that If I could do it, that’d be another way I could take all of you but I guess I’m still too small ‘cause I tried, but my throat is too small to fit you all the way down. I didn’t disappoint you did I?”

With a “Humph” I replied with a chuckle, “Heavens no! For your age and size, you did something for me that many grown women can’t do. In fact, I thought it was fantastic!”

Smiling she kissed me and said, “I liked it a lot. I could feel when you spermed in my throat and it felt strange but wonderful!”

Directing her to sit, I replied, “It was wonderful for me too!”

I bathed her, washed and conditioned her hair and toweled her dry. After she’d dressed, we went back downstairs and I brushed out her hair and put it in a scrunchie. I finished with a light love tap on her tiny little butt and said, “All done, Babe, you look all nice and pink and warm, right?”

“Right!” she replied with a confirming nod.

About then, Priya and Emmy came in joking together. Both girls agreed to go upstairs, take a shower and get ready for lunch. About twenty minutes later they returned, both in shorts and a top. We had a light lunch of salad and sandwiches over light conversation.

After lunch, I got out a map of Washington D.C. and began to plan our day of sightseeing on Monday. I made a list, noting that we’d have to go to Fifteenth and E streets at seven thirty am to get tickets for the White House tour.

It was almost dinnertime so I set my outline aside and went to the breakfast room where Mom and all the girls were joking around at the table. We pitched in and set the table out on the deck and helped Abby get things ready for another barbeque.

Dad came in while I was firing up the grill and asked, “What’s on the menu?”

I replied, “Steaks and lamb kabobs with salad and fresh fruit. Sound like a winner?”

“Hmmm,” he replied, “I could eat a cow; make mine a big one, okay?”

Looking at him turn to go back inside I replied to his back, “You got it, Dad, one barbequed cow coming up!”

I started the steaks when Priya brought out the plate of kabobs. She smelled the aroma and said with a giggle, “Mmmmm, smells good! I just love these kabobbie thingies! I always overeat when we have ‘em.”

“Home style, Baby! Eat or forever hold your peace.”

About twenty minutes later, the food ready, everyone sat to eat. After filling our plates, Dad handed me a couple of stapled sheets of paper and said, “Here, look this over. You’re now officially Emma’s guardian.”

As I browsed the documents, everyone voiced their approval and relief that another hurdle had been surmounted. The second page was a court notice with a tentative court date on a Wednesday in the middle of August: approximately eight weeks away. I revealed this to all at the table saying that if this date held true, it would work out perfect because Emmy wouldn’t miss a week school to make the trip.

After dinner, we sat and talked about the upcoming trip to Washington and what I’d planned so far. Everyone seemed excited at the plans. Priya and I decided to take a leisurely walk to work off the food in our full stomachs.

We talked about all the upcoming events and I told her in detail about Mom and my discussion earlier about Emmy. Priya said she had an inkling but that she’d talk to Leeya about it because from what I’d said, Leeya may have a better viewpoint than her. She did comment of the point that if Emmy got too obsessed with the sexual aspect that she’d come down hard on her.

I said to her, “Isn’t it strange that up to this point, the three of us have had a lot of sex, but it doesn’t seem to interfere with our normal routines.”

Priya replied solemnly, “That’s because Leeya and I don’t really see it as sex. For us, it’s an expression of love, like many other ways we express our love, but more importantly, we respect each other’s intimate life with you. That’s why we aren’t jealous of each other. It sounds weird, but by respecting each other’s rights, we’re included so we don’t feel left out or unequal. I think having a huge sex rive isn’t really a bad thing, but Emmy might not be so respectful or considerate of her sisters’ rights. This may cause problems. She may try to raise her status, so to speak if she thinks she can be the better lover and have you by the balls.”

“I think she also may have a problem being number three on the list thinking her status is lower than us and not equal,” Priya added, “and may try some kind of power play. She’s a very beautiful girl and I can see she makes your blood boil when you think about fucking her; it’s as plain as the hard-on in your pants. Just remember where your heart is and don’t let her lead you around by your cock.”

“Ouch!” I chuckled, “that one hurt, but your point is well taken. I’ll try to think with my brain instead of my dick but you’re right, I do have to admit I want to fuck her brains out.”

She stopped walking, turned to face me and said pointedly, “You just make sure you’ve got your priorities straight. You fuck up and get sidetracked by a good piece of that little girl’s fat, ripe and dripping white pussy and I’ll cut your nuts off! Got it?”

Stepping back due to her intensity, I replied positively, “Got it: in spades!”

We continued walking back to the house, Priya looked over at me and said, “I didn’t mean to be so testy, but even if she fucks or sucks better than Leeya or me shouldn’t be a criteria to favor her over us. I think we’ve proven to be very loving and giving because we feel loved and equal. Don’t ever change that, Sean, don’t do that to us and treat us differently or you find you’ll lose everything. Just don’t get caught up in any sexual obsessions about her, okay?”

“I fully understand, Beloved, and I’ll keep myself under control for the sake of all our lives. I would never want to lose what I have with Leeya or most of all, you.”

I asked her, “While we’re on the subject of sex, have you given any thought about you and Leeya?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I thought about it today and I’ve come the conclusion that I would like to possibly hug, kiss and possibly masturbate each other, but I won’t have oral sex or anything more than that with her. That’s how I feel.”

“Well then,” I replied, “you’ll need to tell her that so that the ground rules are already in place when – and/or if the time comes something does happen.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “you’re probably right. I think she just did it as a spur of the moment thing and we were both pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, that’s all.”

I agreed as we stepped up onto the deck. We entered the house to find Leeya and Emmy watching TV with Mom and Dad. I went to the fridge to get some water when Emmy walked up behind me, hugged me and said, “I can’t wait to do some more with you tomorrow night!”

I turned and looked at her seriously and replied sternly, “You need to get a grip on that fat little pussy of yours. I told you the other day that there are many ways to get love and acceptance other than by sex. If you can’t control yourself for some reason, then I will call off our wedding. You will be joining a family and you’ll marry Priya and Leeya when we marry. You will be an equal member - not low girl on the totem pole. If you can’t get that through your head, then I feel sorry for you, but I’m not gonna fuck up two other people’s lives because you have an obsession with sex. I don’t mean to be cruel or mean and I’m not angry, I just want you to see things clearly so the people you love and want to be with aren’t hurt, understand?”

With tears in her eyes she nodded.

“Furthermore,” I added, “Priya and more importantly Leeya have tried to understand you and give you some of what you want. Start thinking about them as they’ve thought about you and become an integral part of something bigger than yourself.”

With a sigh I said, “Look. I know you’re needy right now and want extra attention, but you can’t get into the habit of being selfish and just taking from people and taking them for granted, you have to give back. Return their love and understanding and think of their feelings like they’ve thought of yours and everything will work out. Just lighten up a little on the sex thing and ask yourself why you seem to need sex so much. Talk to Priya and Leeya, they’ve proven themselves to be understanding of you and have tried to help, but you need to help yourself and fit into our family instead of trying to become the focal point: that’s my job. Am I getting through to you?”

“Yes, Sean,” she replied, “I’ll try harder, I promise.”

I kissed her nose and said, “Good. I love you Emmy and want to marry you, but I also love Priya and Leeya. That will never change.”

“I understand.” Emmy replied. “Really I do. You’re right. I have been thinking too much about sex. I’ll do as you ask and try to be more understanding and fit in, alright?”

“That’s all I ask. If you can do that, we’ll all live a very long and happy life together,” I said with a smile. “Now let’s get back to the others.”

We walked back to the family room to glances. I sat with Priya as we finished watching the program. After the show was over I told the girls it was time for evening prayers. We went to my room and prayed for the next hour or so. When finished, Leeya and Emmy left to go to bed while Priya and I settled in for the night.

I told Priya in detail about Emmy and my discussion in the kitchen earlier. She was pleasantly surprised that I came down on Emmy as hard as I did, but I told her that after talking with Mom and her earlier that I wanted to see Emmy make some positive steps before the wedding: better to find out now than after the wedding and she agreed.

We talked for a few minutes more and I felt her hand encircle my cock and give it a loving squeeze. I turned and kissed her passionately and asked, “So now what? You wanna get nasty?”

“Yeah,” she said with a devilish giggle, “Number one wife has been a bad girl. She’s thirsty and needs a good ass fucking: can you take care of that?”

With a fiendish growl I replied, “Sure my little chocolate harlot, let’s go.”