My Neighbor Asked Me For My Breastmilk

My son was born as tiny as a kitten, with a very small appetite. Despite my ample milk supply, he often couldn't finish it, leaving me uncomfortably engorged. My husband Tony was frequently away for his racing career, leaving me to handle all the household chores, even during my postpartum confinement. Thankfully, our landlord Eileen was there to help.

In her forties, Eileen was a widow with a large courtyard house, which she rented out to several families to supplement her income. Her son, Adam, was in his early twenties, tall and well-built, with a ruggedly handsome face that made him a favorite among the local girls. However, after a head injury during a military mission, Adam was discharged and returned home with the mental capacity of a child, earning him the neighborhood nickname "Simple Adam."

I had a decent relationship with Eileen but wasn't familiar with Adam. Back when he was still in the military, he seldom visited home, and after his injury, Eileen preferred to keep him indoors to protect him from mockery.

One sunny day, as I was airing out the winter quilts, I felt a gaze fixed on me. Looking up, I saw Adam, his striking features sharp against the light, watching me unblinkingly. Feeling self-conscious under his intense stare, I blushed as he grinned and pointed at my chest, flashing his white teeth and mumbling, "Water... water..." Following his gaze, I noticed my shirt was soaked with breast milk. Embarrassed, I quickly covered myself and rushed inside.

Though I knew Adam had the mind of a young child, his gaze made my heart flutter and my body heat up. That night, I dreamt uncontrollably about him. In the dream, his strong arms enveloped me, his hands pulling open my shirt as he leaned in...

I woke up to my son's crying, my sheets damp. The thought of my husband Tony didn't cross my mind; instead, I was ashamed to realize I had dreamt of Adam. For days, I stayed indoors with my child, avoiding any chance of encountering him, feeling my own desires as a stain against his innocent nature.

Fate, however, had other plans. Eileen received urgent news that her brother had been in an accident back in her hometown. She had to leave immediately and asked me to look after Adam. Given her kindness and the help she'd provided with my son, I couldn't refuse her request. Looking after Adam was simple enough—just an extra plate to prepare and keeping an eye on him.

That night, after making sure Adam was asleep, I tiptoed back to my room. After settling my child, I lay down fully clothed. But as I drifted between sleep and wakefulness, I felt someone crawl into my bed and begin to unbutton my shirt.