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 Summary: Monica comes for a visit to Simone's house and makes a disturbing
discovery about Kevin's sleepover arrangements.

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   Story: Simone pt.  3, by LaurenMom (Fm, inc, bro/sis, masturbation,
lactation) (Feb 2010)

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   Monica did call Simone to touch base the following day.  She purposely
avoided bringing up Kevin, choosing to wait and see if Simone mentioned it,
which she did not.  The women spoke several more times over the next week,
but Monica did not make the personal visit she had promised for nearly ten
days.  Simone heard the doorbell ring one morning and was surprised but
pleased to see Monica on her front step.

   "Hey, you!" Simone exclaimed as she opened the door to invite her friend
in.

   "Hi, Honey!" Monica exclaimed.  "I'm sorry I didn't call first.  I just
dropped the kids at school and thought I'd pop in to see how you're doing.
I hope it's O.K." Simone told her it was fine.  "Where's the baby?"

   "I just fed her and she's down for a morning nap.  Kevin stayed over
last night, but he'll be leaving soon for school any minute now, so we can
hang out.  Want some coffee?"

   Monica tried to hide her surprise at hearing Kevin had spent the night.
She suddenly thought she should have made her visit sooner rather than
later.  But she decided to refrain from passing judgment until she could
explore the matter further with Simone.

   "Oh...Kevin stayed over?"

   "Yea," Simone replied nonchalantly.  "He was here late studying.  And I
actually live closer to his school than my parents, so he just decided to
stay here and go to school after breakfast."

   "Really...well," Monica began, before being interrupted by the sound of
footsteps in the hall.

   "Here he comes now," Simone said as she gestured to the doorway.  "Kev,
look who's here.  Do you remember my friend Monica?"

   Kevin entered the kitchen and stopped, clearly surprised to find a
visitor there.  He looked puzzled for a moment, then remembered Monica,
whom he had not seen for a long time.  He walked over to her and extended
his hand.

   "Oh yea...hi," he said.

   "Hi, Kevin," Monica replied, giving him a quick glance from head to toe
as she accepted his handshake.  "Wow, have you grown up since I saw you
last!"

   "Yea, I guess," Kevin said, shrugging off her comment.

   "You all set for school, Kev?" Simone interjected.

   "Yep,"

   Kevin picked up his bag from the hall, pulled his jacket out of the
small closet nearby and headed for the back door.

   "Bye, Simone.  Nice to see you again, Monica."

   And out he went.

   "Have a good day, Kiddo," Simone called to his back as he walked away to
catch the bus, waving at her over his shoulder.

   Monica looked out the kitchen window and watched Kevin walk down the
driveway.  She stared after him then turned back to look at Simone.

   "What's that look?" Simone asked.

   "THAT's Kevin?  Whoa!  I haven't seen him in like two years.  I don't
think I would have recognized him on the street!"

   "Really shot up, didn't he?"

   "My gosh!  He must be six feet tall!  And he's thirteen?"

   "Almost six feet, yea.  Well, almost fourteen.  And he's not even the
tallest in his class.  Not even in the top ten probably."

   "Wow, Simone!  I had no idea he had grown up so much!"

   Monica supressed an urge to comment on what a handsome young man Kevin
was becoming.  The word "hot" even crossed her mind for a moment, but she
put it away for another time.

   "Yep.  That's the little bro.  Not so little anymore!"

   The two marveled at how quickly children grow up.  Monica wanted to ask
more about Kevin and his visit, but she decided to wait for the right
moment.

   "Hey, how about that coffee?" she asked.

   "Oh, right," Simone replied.  "We got interrupted."

   Simone got up from the table and went to the cabinet above her sink to
get a mug for Monica.  She then went to the coffee maker and filled the mug
with steaming coffee before handing it to her friend.

   "Thanks, Hon," Monica said as she took the mug.

   "So what brings you around today?"

   "Nothing special.  Just like I said, I told you I was gonna drop by. 
Sorry it took me so long."

   "That's O.K.  I'm just glad you came."

   "How have you been feeling, Simone?  How's the loneliness?"

   Monica had decided to approach the subject through a check-in on her
friend's emotional state.

   "I'm better.  Thanks for listening to me that day."

   "Simone, you never have to thank me.  That's what friends are for."

   "Thanks, Monica.  You really are a friend and that means a lot to me.  I
appreciate being able to be a little crazy with you."

   "Oh, you weren't really crazy.  I was just worried about you.  That's
all."

   The two chatted about nothing in particular for the next five minutes,
at which point Simone announced that she had to use the bathroom.  She
excused herself and went down the hall.  Almost immediately after, Monica
decided she should do the same thing before the coffee and the water she
had been drinking that morning got to her.

   "I'm going to use the one upstairs," Monica said outside the bathroom
door Simone had gone behind.

   "O.K.," Simone replied through the door.

   "Can I peek in on the baby?"

   "Sure.  Just don't wake her up."

   "I'm a mom...I think I can handle it!"

   Monica ascended the staircase, then passed the guest room and the
nursery on her way to to the lavatory.  When she had finished and washed
her hands, she walked back to the nursery to take her quiet look.  This
time she noticed the master bedroom ahead of her.  The door was open and
the bed unmade.  Monica made a mental note to offer Simone a hand in
picking up, since she knew her plate was full and then some with the baby,
even though Kevin was helping out and...spending the night, she remembered.


   A thought came to Monica's mind but she put it aside in order to focus
on the beautiful sleeping baby lying before her.  She reminisced a few
years back at how much she had enjoyed watching her own children sleep when
they were that age.  After another minute of admiration, she went back
downstairs and into the kitchen.

   "She still asleep?" Simone asked from her seat at the table.

   "Like a baby," Monica replied with a smile.  She decided she could avoid
the subject no longer.  "So, has Kevin still been helping out around here?"

   "Oh, yea," Simone said.  "Like I told you before, he loves to lend a
hand with anything I need."

   "Has he slept over before?"

   "This is the second time.  He came over right after school yesterday to
help me with things, then stayed for dinner.  And by the time we got the
dinner dishes cleared up and the baby dealt with, he just barely had time
to get his homework done.  By the time that was finished, I just sent him
off to the guest room."

   "Oh...that's nice that it works out that way," Monica replied.  "Any
word on when Greg's coming home from his current trip?"

   "Not really.  I usually don't know more than a day in advance.  And
sometimes I don't even get that much notice."

   "I'll bet you'll be glad to have him back."

   "Truth is," Simone began, "he's gone so much that I'm really getting
used to not having him here."

   "And, you have Kevin to keep you company and help out, right?"

   "That's right."

   Monica took a deep breath before continuing.

   "Simone, did you say Kevin sleeps in the guest room when he stays over?"

   "Mm-hm," Simone replied, seemingly distracted by her coffee cup.

   "Does he pick up after himself pretty well?"

   "You know how teenage boys are.  It's funny, but he's so helpful with
things I need done for me and the baby.  But he definitely needs some
nudging to get him to take care of his own things." Simone stopped and gave
a look that implied a bit of suspicion.  "Why do you ask, Mon?"

   "Well, Hon...you know what we talked about before?"

   "Monica, you're not going to start that again, are you?  Please...I
don't need another lecture."

   "Simone, I hope I didn't sound like I was lecturing you when we met.  I
was just worried about you.  And I still am."

   "Goodness gracious!  What are you worried about now, Monica?  More stuff
about Kevin?  He's my little brother.  He helps me out.  He likes being
with me.  I told you...my husband doesn't seem to care if he comes home to
spend time with the baby, much less to pay any attention to me.  Kevin does
both of those things well and he enjoys it.  So what's the problem?"

   Monica paused for another deep breath.

   "Simone, the problem is that when I went upstairs to use the bathroom
and look-in on the baby, I passed the guest room."

   "So?"

   "So, I also passed your room."

   "I don't get what you're saying, Monica."

   "Honey, the guest room looks untouched.  I can't imagine the bed has
been slept in for some time.  I doubt Kevin could have made it up to look
that perfect.  And I can't imagine you've had a moment to make it.  Plus
you just said that he doesn't pick up after himself well at all.  Why is
your bed the only one that appears to have been slept in, Simone?"

   Without Simone saying a word, Monica had the answer she had dreaded. 
Simone remained silent for a long time as she stared down into her coffee
mug.  Monica gazed out the window as she waited for her friend to respond.
Although she had no idea what she herself would say after that.  Finally
after several minutes, Simone spoke.

   "Monica," she said softly, "I don't really know how it happened."

   "Oh, Honey..."

   "It just...he just..."

   "Is he sleeping over in your bed, Simone?"

   Simone nodded her head without looking up.

   "I just don't know what happened, Mon," Simone said as she finally
looked her friend in the eye.

   "How many times has he slept over that way?"

   "Two, like I said.  That's all."

   "Do your parents have any idea?"

   "Oh, no!  Of course not.  They just know how much I've needed to have
someone around.  They're thrilled to have Kevin over here.  They think it's
good for me and the baby and for him too.  And it gives them a little break
from parenting a teenage boy."

   "Simone, how did this happen?"

   Now it was Simone's turn for a deep breath.

   "It was about a week ago.  I had thought a lot about what you said when
we were together.  I thought about it over and over.  I couldn't get my
mind straight about it.  I knew it was natural for me to feel lonely with
my husband away so much.  And I didn't see anything wrong with Kevin
spending time here and even with him having a crush on me."

   "Uh-huh," Monica murmered.

   "But...well, there's something I hadn't told you about, Mon.  When Kevin
and I had been talking, he had started to ask me some really personal
questions."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, questions about me nursing the baby, what it felt like..."

   "That doesn't seem that personal."

   "Yes, but it didn't stop there.  He asked me what it tasted like.  And
then, if Greg had ever tasted it."

   "Your...your breast milk?  Whoa, that is personal...very personal.  What
did you say?"

   "I answered him honestly.  I told him that Greg had tasted my milk.  But
then right after that I stopped him then and told him it was too personal.
But I guess it was already to late to set a limit at that point.  "

   "Wow."

   "It would have been fine if it had ended there.  But the truth is, when
I thought about what you were saying to me, and what I had said about Kevin
having a crush on me, then about him asking me those questions...I started
to like thinking about that."

   "What do you mean, Simone?"

   "I mean, I realized that it was thrilling for me that Kevin had a crush
on me.  And him asking me about my breasts and well, like I told you, he
helped me pump, so he actually touched them." Monica nodded.  "Well, it
just all felt so good that I guess I started to...fantasize about it."

   "You did what?"

   "I fantasized...about Kevin being the one to taste my milk."

   "Oh, Simone...you didn't...did you, really?"

   "I know, Mon.  I know it's terrible.  I just couldn't help it.  It's
been so long since anyone showed attention to me...that kind of attention
especially."

   "What about Greg?  I know he's gone a lot, but isn't it good when he's
here?"

   "For one thing, Monica...he's gone more than a lot.  He's gone
constantly.  Then when he does grace us with his presence, he's here for a
few days, during which he expects me to kiss his feet and wait on him. 
Then if I'm lucky I get fucked once or twice..." Monica felt resentment in
the way Simone had said 'fucked'.  "And as soon as he's finished he's off
to sleep, then off to another city or country again."

   "Simone, I had no idea.  How long has it been this way?"

   "Since before I got pregnant.  But I think it was moving that way even
before that.  I remember how surprised I was that I was pregnant, given the
fact that Greg and I did it so seldom.  And during my pregnancy and
especially since the baby was born, he barely touches me...when he's even
in town, that is."

   "Well, Simone...how do I ask this?"

   "Just go for it, Mon."

   "Well, I know this is really personal, but I can't help but wonder...the
thing about him tasting your breast milk...Greg that is.  That seems like
something that not everybody does, at least as far as I know.  How did that
happen if you're hardly ever in bed together?"

   "It was a fluke.  I think he forgot I was lactating when he started
kissing my boobs during one of his 'fly-bys', one of the maybe two times
he's screwed me since the baby was born.  He sucked my nipples and seemed
to think the milk was pretty cool...for about a minute, then he lost
interest, did his thing and that was that.  Actually now that I think about
it, it was right after she was born, I couldn't have intercourse just yet,
although of course he whined about it.  Anyway, he jerked off while he
sucked my nipples.  Unfortunately for me, I thought him nursing from my
tits was the hottest thing ever.  It got me really turned on.  That's
probably why it got my attention so much when Kevin asked about it."

   "I guess I can understand that."

   "I'm just curious, Mon...didn't your hubby ever do that?"

   "Taste my milk?  I guess a little.  Not in any huge way.  Never really
on purpose.  But I will say that hearing you mention it makes it sound like
we might have missed out on some fun."

   "Maybe.  I know I would have liked to try it a lot more with Greg."

   "I'm sorry that things are that bad, Simone.  I really am.  I had no
clue."

   "I know.  I never wanted to talk about it.  I kept hoping things would
get better."

   "I get it.  Anyway, what happened next...with Kevin?"

   "Well, like I said, I had been thinking about that stuff.  Too much,
probably.  One afternoon, after I had nursed and put the baby down for her
nap, I just felt kind of overwhelmed and really sad.  I went into my
bedroom and just sat there on the bed and cried."

   "Ohhh, Sweetie...," Monica said as she patted Simone's shoulder.

   "Yea, it was a bad day.  Anyway, Kevin was over.  And when I didn't come
back downstairs, he eventually came looking for me.  Just like when I was
pumping that other time.  He came to the door of my bedroom, thinking I
might be asleep and not wanting to disturb me if I was.  But there I was,
crying."

   "What did he do?"

   "He didn't know what to do.  He came in the room and sat next to me.  He
asked why I was crying.  I could tell he wanted to help.  I give him a lot
of credit for that.  Most boys his age would run at the sight of a woman
crying."

   "True," Monica said.

   "He got the courage to ask me what was wrong.  I tried to make light of
it.  I told him I was O.K.  But he could tell that wasn't true.  The
ongoing flow of tears tipped him off."

   "I guess they would."

   "He said, 'No, really.  Why are you upset?' I said, 'Kev, Honey, thank
you, but you wouldn't understand.' And he said, 'I might.  Tell me.' So he
sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder."

   "I see what you mean that most teenage boys wouldn't be able to do
that," Monica observed.

   "I know, right?" Simone responded.  "Anyway, I just told him the truth.
Well, basically.  Not all the details I just told you, obviously.  But I
told him that I just get so lonely sometimes...that Greg is away for so
long and it's just me and the baby.  I said that I just...I can't handle
it."

   Simone felt tears come to her eyes as she shared this.  Monica again put
her hand on her friend's shoulder.

   "It's O.K., Simone.  I understand.  Just take your time."

   "I'm O.K., really," Simone replied.  "It just makes me sad thinking
about it again.  But I'm O.K.  I swear."

   "It's no problem, Honey.  It's fine whatever you're feeling."

   "Thanks, Mon.

   "You're welcome.  So, whenever you're ready."

   "Right." Simone's tears retreated and she was able to continue.  "So,
Kevin asked some things about Greg...like when he was coming back...stuff
like that.  I told him I didn't even know, which was true.  It could be two
weeks or even a month.  Anyway, then I started crying harder.  And all that
sweet kid wanted to do was comfort me.  He told me he could come over every
day so I wouldn't be alone.  He said he would start bringing his homework
and doing it here so he could spend more time with the baby and me."

   "Well, crush or not, it seems like he really wanted to help."

   "He did.  And he does.  I know it.  I even tried to tell him he didn't
have to do that.  But the truth is that I really wanted him to.  The
thought of having someone around, who really wanted to be there sounded
really awesome."

   "I can understand that," Monica said.

   "So I told him how sweet he was and how much I would really appreciate
him coming around more.  And then, well...then I said something I'm sure I
shouldn't have said."

   "What was that, Simone?  What did you say?"

   End of pt.  3 To Be Continued
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