.. there was another baby, this one crawling out of clothing that, like mine and Jean's had been, was too big for it. With a start, I realized that this was Joe! He crawled over to me, and reached up toward me with his arms. He wanted to join in being nursed!
My breasts were so sensitive, I gladly picked Joe up, sat down, and let him and Jean begin to nurse on me.
About 15 minutes later, both Jean and Joe stopped suckling at my breasts. I guess they were full. Joe pushed himself back with a big smile on his face. then, he opened his mouth and spoke.
Gibberish was all that came out.
I could see from his expression that Joe hadn't expected this. He couldn't talk anymore! He tried several times, making what sounded like "Eyewith."
After a moment, I realized he was trying to say "I wish." Had everything that had happened to me, him, and Jean been the result of some sick wishes? but how?