Child Brides of India

By: C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 84: Priya Is Making Bread (MFfg, rom, cons)

Well, after Priya’s and my week of taking a refresher course in biology, reproduction and gene pools, all we could do now was wait. The hard part about that week was that Priya had traded her first day for the following Monday with Monaavi and she was hornier than a cottontail rabbit in heat: she literally fucked my brains out!

That woman’s endurance is incredible! If any man is really honest and would admit that no matter how horny he is, no matter how blue his balls get or how much he’d like to fuck some woman senseless, he’s no match for a multi-orgasmic woman that needs to be fucked! Mouth, finger, dick or all three: it doesn’t matter — you’d better get the job done or you’ll never get any rest until that itch of hers is scratched! And after ten days, the tiny minx probably won’t go any easier on me. At least with her, there’s not that much ground to cover and her endurance isn’t what Priya or Monaavi’s is.

I really shouldn’t say that. Leeya is such a sweet and tender lover, even when she’s worked up, making love to her is like taking in a huge breath of air after a morning rain.

Boy! There must be something in this well water!

Priya needed the time off anyway, her poor cervix was raw and she walked kind of funny for a few days but what the hell, we gave it the ‘ole college try! It was now mid August and we figured we’d know for sure pretty soon if Priya would be starting at Hopkins carrying some “extra credits.”

The strange thing about our unique family dynamic was Tina. Although only a year and a half younger than Leeya, she accepted the fact that Leeya was my wife and one of her mothers.

We were all talking after dinner one night and Mom asked Tina, “How do you feel about Leeya being Sean’s wife?”

“I’m happy she’s one of my mothers,” she replied shrugging her shoulders, “It sounds strange but I’ve grown up knowing Leeya was one of Daddy’s wives even though she’s not much older than me. I love Leeya like a mother and she’s always taken care of me and loved me: that’s all I need to know.”

Looking down and twirling her fingers she continued, “I’m a little girl and I couldn’t be like or act like or love like Leeya does. She’s about my age, but to me she’s a tiny woman: not a young girl like me. Does that make any sense?”

“Makes perfect sense, Sweetie,” Mom replied with a smile.

Monaavi, sitting next to her gave her a loving squeeze.

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The following week, Priya and I went to the Hopkins campus, purchased her books and got her schedule. After we finished the necessities, we strolled around the campus and Priya was amazed to see that so many different nationalities were represented in the students. I told her that this is a world-renowned college and people from all over the word attend here.

After walking for about twenty minutes, we saw a young woman, maybe in her twenties, carrying some books in her arms while resting them on her obviously pregnant belly.

Priya giggled and said, “See? That’s what I’ll look like before the school year is out.”

We stopped and I began to count, “Well, if you are pregnant, you got pregnant in August so… September, October, November… that means that by May of next year you’ll look like a walking beach ball as small as you are! I’ll have to hire a servant to wheel you around in a wheelbarrow.”

“Yeah, I know,” Priya teased as she thrust her chin out with a grin, “Don’t you just love it! But will you still love me when I’m fat and ready to pop?”

I grinned and replied, “As long as I’m the one doing the popping.”

“Letch,” she retorted.

“Pregnant harlot,” I quipped back.

“Thank you very much!” she quipped cutely and she curtseyed.

“Besides, I’m not so sure,” Priya added thinking, “I think they calculate your due date from your last period, not when you actually got pregnant.”

“Hell, if that’s the case,” I teased, “I haven’t even had my first period yet.”

Slapping my arm Priya said mockingly, “‘You’ or ‘your’ is second person objective, Dimwit. It means a person being spoken to: specifically me.”

“Excuuuuz me!” I answered, “I didn’t know you were an English major.”

“I’m not,” Priya corrected, “but people like me that learn English as a second language seem to know a lot more about grammar than you ‘Amur-ah-cuns’ that butcher the Queen’s English.”

“Funny,” I joked, “I never knew America ever had a queen.”

Shaking her head she gave up saying, “You’re hopeless!”

Wrapping her arm in mine and pulling me close Priya asked, “Hey, why don’t we stop and get a couple of those EPT things. It’s been twelve days, maybe we’ll find out if there’s a little brown urchin in your future?”

“Okay,” I agreed, “but if it comes out green, I’ll divorce you for adultery.”

“Oh it’ll be brown alright,” Priya confirmed as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a smile, “just how brown remains to be seen.”

“Look,” I said pointing, “there’s an on-campus drug store, let’s go get a brown baby checker, think they’ve got any in stock?”

“Look, smart ass,” Priya scolded sarcastically, “if you want to get technical about it, it’s really a zygote checker.”

“Eeuuw!” I teased back. “My baby’s name with be Zygotey Michaels!”

“Kiss my ass!” she shot back.

“How does it feel to want?” I asked teasingly.

“Good enough to get!” she retorted as she turned thrusting out her butt with a smirk.

I knew she was smarter than me but she had me stumped and I asked nonchalantly, “By the way, what’s a zygote?”

“A newly fertilized egg,” Priya informed me. “There. Suck on that for a while.”

Now she had tears on her cheeks and pouted as we walked. I took her arm, stopped and turned her to face me asking, “What’s wrong, Baby? I was only joking.”

“It just that you’re making fun of me,” Priya sobbed as she put her head to my chest. “This is so very important to me and you just joke about it like I was having kittens or something.”

Holding her close as I stroked her back I tried to encourage her with, “Well, if you’re getting upset about a little joking, you’ve got be pregnant. Only a pregnant woman would have such weird hormonal swings as you’re having now.”

Priya brightened up, sniffled and asked in anticipation, “Really? You really think so?”

“Naw,” I answered (couldn’t help but tease once more), “probably the well water, but let’s go get a zygote checker to be sure.”

Priya laughed as she hit my chest and chided, “No, let’s go get a brown baby checker.”

“Done!” I ended the verbal foray.

We went into the drugstore and bought five of them there brown baby zygote checkers. Now with Priya happy as a lark we walked to the car to go home. On the ride home, Priya opened one of them and examined it as she turned it in her hand. I said to her, “Don’t pee in the car, Sweetie. Wait ‘til morning remember?”

Pulling her shorts leg to one side, Priya exposed her brown smooth pussy and challenged, “Why not?”

“I don’t want any of them baby zygotes floating around in the foot well,” I answered logically.

“Besides,” I added, “with you flashing your pregnant pussy at me, I’ll have to pull over and rape you for good measure.”

Priya audibly sucked in some air and moaned, “Ooooh, hurt me, Daddy, hurt me!”

That did it! I pulled off Route 32 into someone’s driveway behind some hedges (I don’t know whose) and ate her pussy right there in the car with her bald clam draped over the console.

I sat up smacking my lips and said, “You sure taste pregnant to me!”

Pulling her shorts up and adjusting her veil with a deep chocolate blush Priya said, “My God! That was so wicked: right here in broad daylight!”

“Well,” I advised, “don’t go flashing that chocolate morsel or you might’ve gotten worse than that! I could’ve thrown you in the back seat and fucked your chocolate poopy!”

Excited by the quickie she smiled and said coyly, “Promises, promises.”

“Down, girl,” I chided, “it’s Leeya night.”

“Aw shucks!” she pouted.

We arrived home with no further shenanigans to find everyone waiting dinner on us. Leeya came over to me and kissed me. She must have tasted Priya on me and bit my tongue: hard! She let go saying, “You’re a very naughty boy! Did you forget it’s my night?”

“Gulp!”

Priya in the meantime, returned from the bathroom with the pee stick in her hand. As she sat, she slid it to me results side down, right in front of everyone with a poker face. I picked it up, turned it over slowly while everyone was hanging on a thread waiting for the results, looked and with a poker face turned it back over, results side down and slid it back to her.

Leeya hit my arm with bug-eyed expectation on her face and said, “Well?”

Monaavi leaned over and kissed the tear from Priya’s cheek and said softly, “Well, Sean, why don’t you tell everyone that you’re gonna be a Daddy again?”

Now I started crying. I looked at Priya’s tear-streaked face. She smiled softly and said sweetly as she burst into tears, “I’m gonna be a mother! I love you, Sean!”

Priya was my father’s special child. Upon hearing her words, he covered his face with his hands, broke down and wept like a child with joy. Priya was swamped my Mom and her sisters as they hugged her, sharing in her happiness as I watched on in awe still not believing it to be true.

Priya stood, walked around the table to me and kissed me very softly, “I love you, Sean and now our love has conceived a life, thank you so very much!”

“No,” I corrected, “Thank you! I love you, Priya and now it grows inside you. You’ve made me so very happy and proud to be your husband!”

Priya kissed me again and walked to my father. She enfolded his head in her arms pulling him to her breast and looking down said, “Daddy?”

We were utterly shocked with surprise that Priya would use that word. She called her father Poppa and my father was always Father.

Dad sniffled to compose himself and looked up at her. Priya smiled sweetly and took his cheeks in her hands, kissed his lips, then placing his hand on her abdomen she said again, “Daddy, my promise to you grows inside me. You have cherished me, loved me and protected me as your daughter and now I feel it’s time to call you Daddy. I hope you’ll be proud of my little brown gift to you.”

My father broke down again wrapping his arms around Priya’s waist. Everyone was sobbing as we looked at the two of them together. Dad, overcome with emotion sobbed out, “You are the sweetness in my old age, my joy and my happiness!”

Putting his hands over his face my father sobbed out a confession he’d held tightly for years saying, “When I was a young man, in a time of war, I killed a man in cold blood to protect the honor of a dead child. All my life I’ve prayed for redemption for my sin. The day you made your vow to me, I knew that when that vow was confirmed, God would forgive me. You’ve released me from my bonds and set me free with the gift you offer. Thank you, Child for this wondrous gift!”

My mother smiled as she cried with him knowing he’d found release. Priya rocked my sobbing father in her arms hugging him to her chest. Dad pushed her away and went to his study in tears. Mom rose and quietly wept as she followed after my Dad.

Leeya, Monaavi and Tina group hugged Priya as they cried in each other’s arms. My mother returned several minutes later and when Priya saw her, ran to her open arms.

They embraced for several quiet moments then Priya pushed away at arm’s length and said, “Mom, you taught me how to be a woman, a wife and how to be a friend. You’ve been there through everything holding me up, guiding me along the way. Teach me to me a good mother like you, like Monaavi.”

Mom smiled softly at Priya wiping away her tears with her thumbs and answered, “I’ve taught you everything you need to know, Priya. Just trust in that. You’re an incredible young woman and you’ll make an incredible mother, there’s no doubt. I’ll always be here for you, just as I promised five years ago and it’s been the easiest promise I’ve ever had to keep. You’re my best friend, Priya and I share in your joy. I love you, Sweetie, more than you’ll ever know!”

With that, they re-embraced.

After about thirty minutes of crying, hugging and calming down, we had a very happy meal. After dinner, Priya said, “I need to call Momma and Papa.”

Leeya started to get up and get the cordless when Priya stopped her saying, “No, let’s go to the study and call on speaker phone.”

We rose from the table, made our way to the study and crowded ourselves in so Priya could make the call, knowing she’d wake them up at two in the morning there. She dialed the number and the phone rang three times when Adib answered the phone groggily with, “Adib here.”

“Hi, Papa, it’s me, Priya,” Priya said loudly. “Wake Momma, it’s important.”

“What’s wrong, Baby,” Adib said worried and awake, “is everything okay?”

“Yes, Papa,” Priya assured, “please wake Momma.”

We heard over the phone as Adib rustled Salima from sleep. Salima said into the phone, “Hi, Baby, I’m here, what’s wrong?”

“Is Papa there?” Priya asked.

“Yes, Priya,” Salima replied, “We’ve both got our ears to the phone.”

“Momma, Papa,” Priya started, “I’m pregnant: I’m gonna have a baby!”

“Gasp! Eeeeek!” we heard the shrill sound over the speaker. Adib was ecstatic and we heard him pray out, “Allah be praised for this wondrous life!”

Salima cut in with “Oh my God, Priya! I had a dream last week that you were pregnant and thought it was crazy! When’d you find out?”

“Tonight, Momma,” Priya informed them, “right before dinner.”

We heard Salima tell Adib, “Go wake Sarah: she’s got to hear this!”

Mom jokingly said to Salima while we waited for Sarah to come to the phone, “Salima, it’s me, Joan. HI! Well, they did it! Priya said she was going to make bread until she had a bun in the oven and I think she’s making pumpernickel!”

“I’m gonna be a grandmother!” Salima exclaimed back, “Why didn’t you tell me you were trying to get pregnant, Priya?”

“Because,” Priya answered, “of Daddy’s heart attack, I wanted to make sure I kept my vow to him and I didn’t want to argue with anyone about it. I made up my mind and I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure I was actually pregnant.”

“Daddy?” Salima asked puzzled.

“I’ll explain later, Momma,” Priya answered.

Just then Sarah got on the phone with “Hello? Priya, what is it? Papa said you had something to tell me?”

“How’s Aunt Sarah sound?” Priya asked her sister,

“OHMYGOD! You’re not!” Sarah asked in shocked surprise.

“Yep!” Priya confirmed. “Probably about two weeks along!”

“Praise Allah!” Sarah exclaimed in happiness.

“Tell Momma and Papa I’ll call back tomorrow and explain everything, okay?”

“Okay, Priya,” Sarah answered, “Bye now and I love you! Here, tell Momma and Papa goodbye.”

We heard Salima take the phone back and Priya said, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you Momma and Papa.”

“We love you too, Princess,” Adib replied. “Take care of yourself, say hi to all the kids and we’ll talk more tomorrow, bye now.”

“Bye, bye. Love you.” Priya answered. Click.

That night after prayers, Leeya and I were lying in bed, me cradling her in my arms. My poor tiny ten year-old wife was in turmoil.

Leeya was excited and happy for Priya and that Priya’s dream would come true but hers still remained an unfulfilled dream. I tried to reason with her and said, “You know, even if you got pregnant now it would cause a lot of legal issues. The moment a doctor found out you were pregnant, and with your age, he’d be calling the police. They’d grill you to find out who’d raped you.”

I went on to explain, “The law considers it rape when anyone has sex with a child your age: even if you consent. The age of consent here is sixteen. You need to understand that even with Priya, the doctor is going to raise his eyebrows when he finds out I’m the father of Priya’s baby. I have to admit that fact legally by putting my name on the birth certificate. Understand?”

“I understand all that,” she answered sadly, “but that doesn’t make it any easier to take. Up here (pointing to her head) I understand and accept it but here (laying her hand over her heart) I can’t.”

“Your time will come, Darling,” I consoled. “Try not to dwell on it too much even though it’ll be hard seeing Priya every day. Finish school first then you’ll be ready, okay?

With a sigh of resignation Leeya replied, “I guess so. I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Unfortunately no,” I confirmed.

Needless to say, Leeya wasn’t in any mood for hanky-panky that night so we just cuddled. It took Leeya about two weeks to deal with her turmoil, but like a real trooper, she accepted it and moved on.

Monaavi was very understanding with Priya and helped her a lot; dealing with the hormonal changes, fatigue and morning sickness. Priya had morning sickness much worse than Monaavi did and for the first two months, it seemed like she could barely eat enough to subsist.

School was especially hard on Priya because while dealing with the issues of pregnancy, she also had to learn her way around the campus, a different style of teaching, studying and completing assignments.

Leeya immersed herself in schoolwork and helping with the kids. Tina was getting older, requiring less of Leeya’s direct supervision and even helped Monaavi and Leeya with the twins. It was amazing to me the level of motherly instincts the women of my family displayed and the level of co-operation towards a common goal of care giving.

We’d hired a piano teacher for Attiya who came by once a week and she was amazed at Attiya’s ability saying that she’d be an excellent candidate for the School for the Performing Arts. Both she and Pita were adjusting to American life fairly well. Pita was now taking care of the house while Abby retired to her husband.

The twin terrors of trouble began to get creative in their hijinks. One day, they got into my mother’s makeup, covered their beauty marks with makeup and painted new ones with eyeliner pencil, temporarily switching identities. Monaavi spotted it right away but let them think otherwise.

Lizzy was always the brains of these little endeavors, being the more ornery of the two while Cinny simply followed Lizzy’s lead. They had me fooled until Cinny started giggling for no reason and scratched her neck. I then saw the smear of eyeliner pencil. Needless to say, they both got the tickle torture good! Monaavi and Leeya teased me saying that I didn’t even know my daughters that well. I asked Monaavi, “Well how do you tell the two apart?”

“Easy,” she laughed. “Lizzy’s got “Trouble” tattooed across her forehead!”

Who would have “thunk” two five year-olds would’ve thought of that?

Dad had pretty much recovered from his heart attack but he now tired easily and could no longer deal with the stresses of work. We’d talk about things but I was always careful not to get him too involved to the point where he might start worrying or dwelling on business matters. He’d go fishing or take a drive but it was sad to see him like this: he didn’t take to retirement with open arms.

One good thing though, Mom and Dad were spending more time together, just the two of them. Mom seemed more relaxed and content now that they were together more. All was well with Mom: she had her husband back, her son and his wives and was happily surrounded by her grandchildren with another on the way.

Priya was going to the doctors once a month and unlike Monaavi, she had no sugar problems. In mid November, at three months, Priya had a noticeable tiny pot of a belly and it was now time for her sonogram.

Like with Monaavi, it was a family affair with everyone in tow. Pita and Tina stayed home to watch the twins but the office was still surprised to see so many here for the “unveiling.”

Luckily, they had a large room and were able to accommodate all of us as we watched on. Priya was squirming when we got there, wanting to pee and even before the technician began pressing with the probe, she was now squirmed even more.

Knowing the routine from Monaavi’s sonogram, Priya hopped up on the table, lifted her blouse up under her bra and pulled her panties down to her mons. The technician, Marie, said she’d take all the necessary measurements as fast as she could so Priya could go to the bathroom. Once Priya had relieved her bursting bladder, Marie started again taking critical measurements of the baby.

Not wanting any surprises, I asked Marie, “How many?”

Marie smiled and replied, “Only one. Expecting more?”

“Whew!” I exclaimed relieved. “No, but the last time we did this it was twins.”

After moving the probe, taking measurements and clicking pictures, Marie informed us, “Well, everything looks pretty good to me, a normal size fetus for sixteen weeks but all the data will be forwarded to your doctor for confirmation.”

Priya asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Well,” Marie replied, “Let’s see… its inverted, head down and it has its legs closed at the moment so I can’t really tell. Maybe the little tyke is shy? Let’s see if we can stir things up a bit.”

Marie put the probe down and began to massage Priya’s stomach, pushing hard distorting her stomach to one side for a few moments. She picked up the probe again to investigate.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed. “The little bugger’s done a flip: its head is up now. Let’s see… come on baby, don’t be shy… There! See the little hamburger bun (points to the screen)? It’s a girl: definitely a girl!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed with joy. “I got my wish! Thank you, God!”

“What, you’ve got all boys and want a girl?” Marie asked.

“No,” I answered gleefully, “I’ve got three girls but I wanted a little chocolate girl so I could see her mother grow up all over again!”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” she replied.

Everyone in the room was hugging each other with exclamations of joy. I looked at Priya and she was crying silently with a soft smile on her face. Out of joy and love for her, I laid my head on her stomach, smearing the side of my face with gel and my arms around her stomach. I kissed her slippery stomach and professed to her, “Words can’t tell you how much I love you, my Beloved! You’ve made me so very happy! And you?”

“My heart’s soaring in the clouds right now,” Priya cooed softly. “I feel so blessed to give you your dream. May Allah be praised!”

Dad came over and kissed Priya’s forehead smiling and said, “You’re really something girl! I really do love you child!”

“I love you too, Daddy,” Priya said returning his endearment.

Everyone gave Priya a chance to wipe her stomach, put her blouse down, pull up her panties, sit up and adjust her veil before being smothered in hugs from the women folk.

Marie handed me a towel, smiled and quipped, “I’ve heard of sloppy kisses but not a sloppy hug! Here, you’ve got gel all over the side of your face.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile as I wiped the goo from my face.

Marie reached down on the side of the machine, pulled out an 8 x 10 glossy of the profile of our little girl and handed it to Priya saying, “Here, her first picture!”

Looking at it, we could see the side of her face with her hand in a loose fist tucked up under her chin. Everyone looked over each other’s shoulder as Priya held the print and looked at it. All that was heard was “Oooh’s” and “Ahhh’s” with an occasional giggle.

Mom enfolded Priya in her arms and said to her, “I share your joy, Sweetie, I’m so happy for you! Just think: a little Priya running around the house!”

Monaavi quipped, “Yeah, and wait ‘til Lizzy gets a hold of her!”

We laughed at all the naughty possibilities. Dad interrupted with, “Well, let’s go home, pick up everyone and go to dinner: Grandpa’s buyin’!”

Arriving home, Tina was bouncing and hugging Priya so tight from excitement, Mom joked, “Hey, Tina, you’re giving your tiny sister a roller coaster ride in there the way you’re shaking her up and down!”

Tina blushed and with a giggle replied, “Oops, sorry. Got kinda excited is all.”

Pita hugged and congratulated Priya warmly and tenderly. Pita had seen Priya grow from an innocent eleven year-old bride to the matriarch of the family that taught her how to run the home while we were away.

Attiya hugged Priya while lovingly rubbing her stomach and said, “A new sister for me too!”

“That’s right, Sweetie,” Priya answered as she hugged the child from side-to-side, “and you can teach her piano, how’s that?”

Attiya looked up smiling and nodding in agreement.

”Alright, everyone,” Dad commanded, “let’s go eat!”

We locked up the house, piled into two cars and I followed Dad to the restaurant. We had a sumptuous meal and everyone left stuffed. Even the twins ate more than they wore (they dropped a little on the floor though: but no spilt milk!)!

During dinner, Mom asked Priya, “Well, do you have any ideas for a name yet?”

All the chattering at the table became quiet, waiting for Priya’s answer. Priya swallowed her bite of food, looked down rubbing her stomach, smiled and said, “I want to honor both my Hindi and Muslim heritage and bless Me Ma. I will name her Malina Wajd Michaels.

“What’s that mean?” Dad asked.

“Malina is Hindi for “Dark One,” Priya answered, “and “Wajd” is Me Ma’s name: it means…”

“Passion,” I cut in.

“Oooh,” Mom observed, “Dark Passion: such a mysterious and sensuous name: perfect for a dark-skinned girl! I guess she’ll take after her mother and her Me Ma, right?”

Priya gave a deep chocolate blush and silently nodded with a coy smile.

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The holidays were starting with Thanksgiving being next week. We certainly had a lot to be thankful for: Dad surviving a near fatal heart attack, the family and kids were healthy and thriving and now this — a new life to offer thanks to God for. My dream of a little chocolate colored girl is now growing in her mommy’s tummy.

That night, I asked the girls if I could have this night to myself and they understandingly agreed. I spent the night in prayer, thanking Allah for all His blessings. No man had a right to be as blessed and happy as I!

At Thanksgiving dinner, we were all eating and enjoying the feast when Monaavi said, “My Gosh! Time has just slipped by! I can remember five years ago how I sat at the table for this feast thinking my life was in ruin and now, I have twin daughters and am part of a family that’s expecting another child! Hasn’t God been so kind to us?”

“God had certainly placed his tender grace upon us,” Mom agreed. “We’ve been blessed beyond all measure.”

“Amen!” Everyone replied in unison.

Priya’s morning sickness only lasted for two months even though it was worse than Monaavi experienced. There were still foods she shied away from, but at least she could eat and wake up without being violently sick.

She’d settled into her routine and was back to her usual brainiac self and was doing well in her studies. Priya sailed through her midterms and by Christmas break was taking things easy.

Once Priya’s morning sickness abated, her sex drive tripled! Priya wanted to be sexed good and hard: belly or no belly and it was weird because when she’d have an orgasm, her baby-filled pot would tighten up and get as hard as a basketball before relaxing again.

I panted to her one night after she gave me a good workout, “Boy! That poor girl is sure learning the hard way what an orgasm is, isn’t she? I don’t think she likes it much.”

Priya giggled and panted back, “I’m having my fun now because in a few months, we’ll have to take it easy. I don’t want you popping me before my little bun is done!”

“Well,” I remarked, “From the looks of things, the dough is rising nicely!”

“I hope I can breast feed,” Priya wondered as she examined her growing breasts. The breast pad itself was growing slightly but her protuberous puffy nipple shape seemed to be accentuated. I just advised her to ask the doctor on her next visit.

All in all, Priya was looking forward to her second trimester. Monaavi and Mom also told her she’d probably start to feel the baby in a week or two.

When Priya next went to the doctor, she asked him about the breastfeeding issue. He informed her that she had a genetic condition called hypoplastic tubular breasts. This is due to a lack of milk producing tissue in the breast and breastfeeding may be very difficult since she probably wouldn’t produce enough milk to meet the baby’s demand.

Priya was crushed. She was very set on having her baby breastfed for at least a year. Needless to say, the drive home was a very quiet and sad one for her. Arriving home, Priya went straight to her room, wanting to be alone.

At the table, I disclosed what the doctor had said with Mom, Monaavi and Leeya. Leeya started crying and said, “It’ll be the same with me.”

She raised her shirt to expose her growing breasts to Mom. Mom tried to reassure her telling her that she was just in the beginning stages of breast development and it was too early to tell. Many young girls have tubular or puffy shaped nipples but change after going through puberty.

“Why don’t you breastfeed for her Monaavi?” Mom asked.

“Oh I couldn’t,” Monaavi replied. “I’d have to get pregnant to do that and anyway, I wouldn’t have milk until after Malina’s born.”

“Yes you can,” Mom said. “You could take hormone shots and produce milk without getting pregnant. Would you do it?”

“Priya would have to ask me first,” Monaavi replied. “I wouldn’t dare suggest it to her. It’s a very personal thing and if she wasn’t prepared to see her child at my breast, I wouldn’t even consider it.”

“I’ll be back,” Mom said as she rose from the table.

“Mom,” I cautioned, “I’m not so sure this is a good time.”

“It’s the perfect time,” Mom countered. “If she knows there’s a way her baby can be breastfed, the sooner she gets over this and moves on happily with her pregnancy, the happier she’ll be.”

“I want to be there,” I said as I rose to follow her.

We knocked twice and we heard through the door “Come in.”

Mom went and sat next to her on the bed, rubbed her back and said, “Sean told us what the doctor said about breastfeeding. I’m so sorry, but I’d like to ask you something and I want your heartfelt answer, okay?”

Priya turned, sat up and nodded. Mom said, “I know that there’s sadness about not being able to breastfeed your own child, but what if there was a way that Malina could be breastfed, would you consider it?”

“What do you mean?” Priya asked puzzled.

“What I mean is,” Mom answered, “if Malina could be breastfed, would you consider it, or would you bottle feed her because you can’t do it yourself?”

“Of course I’d consider it,” Priya replied. “Breast milk would be so much healthier for her, but how?”

“Monaavi,” Mom stated. “Monaavi could take hormone injections and begin producing milk for Malina.”

“Would she do it?” Priya asked. “I mean, would she want to?”

Mom answered, “Monaavi won’t ask you about it. She thinks it’s too personal an issue with you and if you’d like her to breastfeed Malina, you’ll have to ask her; she’ll never bring the subject up. She didn’t say she would do it even if you asked, but I know she would. She’s just afraid that when you saw her feed your child that you wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

“I never thought of the possibility,” Priya said, “but she’s my sister and she’ll also be a mother to Malina. Of course if Malina can be breastfed, I’d be happier seeing Monaavi feed her than giving her a powder substitute.”

“Then go ask her,” Mom said as she rose and kissed Priya’s cheek, “Come on. There’s no time like the present.”

When we arrived downstairs, Monaavi and Priya looked at each other. They moved to each other and embraced. After a few tearful hugs, we sat. Priya took Monaavi’s hands in hers and said, “Sister, Mom says there’s a way the Malina could be breastfed if you would be willing to do it for me, would you?”

Monaavi looked down, swallowed and looking back up into her eyes replied, “Do you want me to, Priya? She’ll be your child, and I would never want to come between you and her in that personal way unless that is what you wanted for her.”

“Monaavi,” Priya sighed, “we are sisters. You will be as much a mother to her as I am to Cinny and Lizzy. I would be honored if you could feed my child. I would consider it a gift so precious, I could never repay.”

“Are you sure,” Monaavi asked solemnly, “I would gladly try my best to feed her, but I need to know that deep in your heart that is what you want. I don’t know how any of this works or even if I could do it after taking the shots but I’m willing to try if this is your wish.”

“All I know,” Priya sighed to Monaavi, “Is that I want my child to be breastfed. The doctor said that I might be able to produce some milk but not enough to meet her needs. If that’s the case, we could both feed her. I’d give her what I have and you could make up the difference, what do you think?”

“I think that would be the best way,” Monaavi answered, “Breastfeeding is such a loving, bonding experience that even if you could only give her a half an ounce, it would be a wonderful thing for both of you. It’ll help shrink your uterus after birth also.”

“Well,” Mom interrupted the two, “feel better now, Priya?”

“Mom,” Priya asked while she hugged her,” How did you get so smart?”

“It comes with age,” Mom replied with a chuckle, “and I like to read a lot. What I suggest you do is call your doctor tomorrow and tell him what you’ve got in mind. I don’t know how long it will take for Monaavi to start producing milk this way so the sooner you get started, there won’t be any surprises when the baby’s born.”

“I just thought of something,” Monaavi put in, “I’m not a doctor or anything but I don’t think I’ll be able to produce milk and still be on birth control pills.”

Mom looked at her and quipped, “When the front door is locked, go around back.”

“Mom!” Monaavi exclaimed jokingly. “I’m a devout woman, I don’t do those things.”

“Yeah, right!” Mom retorted. “That’s why the other night I’m pulled away from my book to hear you down the hall screaming, “That’s it, Sean, fuck my ass hard!” right?”

“Besides,” Mom added, “that twinkle in your eye gives you away: you’re as big a slut as the rest of us when it comes to our husbands!”

“You too, Mom?” Monaavi asked astonished.

“We may be old but we ain’t dead! I love a good pounding as much as the three of you do!”

“Leeya’s not that way, Mom,” Monaavi commented with a chuckle. Leeya silently grinned.

“You must think I’ll be born tomorrow, Little Miss Long Nipples,” Mom quipped. “Leeya taught you everything you know, didn’t she? Besides, I’d say she’s a bigger slut than you are. She’s half your size and can still take seven inches in her tiny ass! I think that puts her right in that slut category, don’t you?”

Leeya giggled at Mom’s remark. Priya revealed, “Leeya lost her anal cheery before her pussy, and it was my fault.”

“It was?” Leeya asked shocked, “Why? How”

”Oh yes, Priya, do tell,” Mom asked quizzically, “I love juicy details like this.”

“Well,” Priya began, “it was a few days after Sean and Leeya married and Leeya wasn’t used to getting orgasms. She’d have an orgasm and be so drained she’d go to sleep. The night we interviewed you, Monaavi, I put Leeya to bed before we went to bed. Anyway, when we went upstairs to bed, Leeya was sound asleep. I pulled Sean into my room for some fun and ended up leaving him with blue balls and hornier than a humping dog when I sent him back to bed with Leeya…”

Leeya crossed her arms as if mad.

Priya started giggling as did the others because they had an idea what was coming and she continued, “Anyway, when Sean pulled back the duvet, Leeya was laying in a fetal position and he saw her little naked tush poised and pointed in his direction and well, poor Leeya got three inches right up her virgin pooper that night, didn’t you, Sweetie?”

Leeya blushed and filled in the details with, “I woke up and Sean was rubbing my tingle button soooo good, I didn’t notice until his thing started to go inside me. I was scared at first but he was gentle. It hurt a little but I really liked him being inside me: especially when he spermed me.”

“Since we’re learning about the anal history of a five year-old nympho,” Mom said, “Why don’t you tell us, Leeya when you took all of Sean back there?”

“Oh that,” Leeya chuckled as she blushed. “I did it mostly because I was mad at Priya.”

“Mad at me?” Priya asked, “Why? What about?”

“Remember the day of Monaavi’s henna party?” Leeya reminded her.

“Oh yeah,” Priya said with a nod, “I remember. You thought I was controlling your sex life, right?”

“Uh huh,” Leeya nodded, “I was determined that I was gonna take all of him as you could. What did I say when you were all the way inside me Sean?”

All the women looked at me expectantly and I answered, ‘Her exact words were, “Now you’re just as much mine as hers.””

“Wow,” Mom said as she looked at Leeya, “you know that was a pretty intense thing you said, Leeya. It just goes to show, it doesn’t make a difference if you’re five or fifty, a girl in love will stake her claim on her man.”

Mom added, “How did we get on this topic anyway?”

“I think,” I put in, “you were telling Monaavi to take it up the ass for Priya so she could help her breastfeed.”

“I have another idea,” Monaavi proffered with a sly smile.

Leeya shot back, “No! You ain’t getting’ knocked up! If anyone else is gonna get a swelled belly, it’s gonna be me!”

“Well,” I answered, “That ain’t gonna happen!”

“How about if Leeya helped breastfeed Malina?” Monaavi asked.

“Interesting thought; unique, but interesting” Mom answered, “What do you think of that, Priya?”