Immediately, the baby that had been Mrs. Bockman began to wail like a banshee. And, then, I noticed someone whom I hadn't seen in a long time.
It was Brad's sister, Becky.
She was a few years older than he was. I'd always thought she was the sexiest woman I personally knew, but I'd never said anything about it, because, she was, y'know, Brad's sister.
Becky walked over to the crying baby and picked it up.
"Well, where did YOU come from," said Becky. "How did Joe sneak you in here. What's the matter, are you hungry?"
Then, I remembered why I hadn't seen Becky for so long.
She'd been pregnant.
I didn't know the whole story. Brad had been reluctant to tell it to me or anyone. But Becky had gotten knocked up, her mother sent her overseas for several months, and then, after giving birth, Becky had been made to give her baby up for adoption. No one, except Mrs. Bockman, had been happy about things.
Becky was looking her infant mother over, when I saw her mouth drop open. She got a big, slightly nasty looking grin on her face. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "Here. Have all you want!"
Becky was wearing a low-cut pirate's outfit. Suddenly, she pulled the front of it down enough to expose a nipple, and then put her mother's baby lips to it! Then, she took the her mother had been wearing before the change and covered herself so no one had to look at the nursing baby.
"Beck!" gasped Brad. "What are you doing! Mom could come back in here at any moment and see you!"
"Don't worry," said Becky with a chuckle. "Mom isn't coming back anytime soon, is she, Joey!"
Becky looked at me and her grin got bigger and meaner. She KNEW! She knew who the baby she was holding was, she knew that she was NURSING her mother!