Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 052 This wasn't the first time Michael had stolen a kiss or a touch

Michael carefully turned over and then sat up from the bed. That night, the weather was gloomy with no moonlight, making it pitch black outside, so the bedroom was shrouded in darkness.

Perhaps Michael could only make out the vague outlines of objects in the room, unable to see Betty's detailed expressions. At this time, Michael didn't notice that Betty wasn't asleep at all.

Her occasionally furrowed brow and twitching nose were giveaways, but since I was using a night vision camera, I could see what Michael, lacking night vision, couldn't.

Michael seemed to have gotten used to the perks of being with Betty and thought he had her sleep patterns down pat. Overconfident, he was too careless as a youngster, failing to listen closely to Betty's breathing.

From the video, I could tell that Betty's chest was rising and falling unevenly, but Michael, in his haste, overlooked this detail.

After getting up, Michael quietly knelt beside Betty, rubbing his eyes, trying to see as clearly as possible in the pitch-black night. Although Michael got up slowly, the awake Betty surely felt his movement.

When she sensed Michael getting up, Betty's brow furrowed slightly, as if her inner turmoil was disturbed by Michael's presence.

However, her face soon returned to normal, perhaps thinking Michael was just getting up for a midnight bathroom break, so Betty kept her eyes closed.

As Michael got up without any further reaction, Betty sensed something was off. Her eyelids fluttered, as if she wanted to open her eyes to see what was happening with Michael, but I saw her eyelids twitch for a long time, yet she never opened them.

After rubbing his eyes, Michael felt his vision clear up significantly. Excited, he licked his lips and slowly leaned in to kiss Betty's lips.

This wasn't the first time Michael had stolen a kiss or a touch; he was quite experienced by now, so he was no longer as nervous or timid as before, seemingly eager.

As Michael got close to Betty, she must have felt the warm breath from his mouth. Betty's fingers, resting by the bed, curled slightly, as if she sensed what was coming.

"Umm..." Michael moaned softly as his lips finally met Betty's. His kiss was gentle and sweet. When Michael's lips touched Betty's, her initially curled fingers suddenly clenched the sheets.

I could clearly hear a distinctive friction sound as Betty gripped the sheets, but this sound was masked by Michael's own moan and the occasional sound of a car passing outside, preventing Michael from noticing this unusual noise.

Seeing all this, I was in turmoil. If it had been before, when Betty was asleep and unaware of Michael's actions, it might have been excusable.

But now, Betty was clearly awake. Why didn't she get up and stop Michael?

Was it just because she was afraid of hurting him, of wounding his pride?

Or was she using this as a way to give Michael some sort of twisted 'sex education' during his adolescence?

Betty seemed almost asleep, with only occasionally furrowed brows, fluttering eyelids, and hands that clenched with each of Michael's caresses, indicating her awareness.

It seemed like a long time since Michael had last savored Betty's body, lingering long on her lips and breasts.

Finally, Michael had enough. He stopped kissing Betty and removed his hands from her breasts.

Betty's hands, which had been tightly clutching the sheets, relaxed again. Perhaps she was praying inwardly that it was all over. Using the night-vision camera, I could see sweat beads on Betty's forehead, small and hard to notice.

I watched Betty's chest rise and fall. Although she tried to control her breathing, the recent kissing and caressing by Michael had left her breath slightly erratic amidst her attempts to remain calm.

Just when Betty thought it was all over, Michael's hands reached out again, and this time his target was still Betty's breasts. However, this time he wasn't just caressing; he was trying to unbutton her nightgown, just like that time in our bedroom.

When Michael's hands touched Betty's nightgown, her hands suddenly clenched the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Betty seemed to anticipate what Michael was about to do. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she had begun to bite her lower lip.

Unfortunately, Michael seemed too confident. His hands and eyes were focused solely on the buttons of Betty's nightgown, which at that moment were his main concern.

Even a sliver of moonlight like those past few nights, or if Michael had looked up closely at Betty's face, he might have realized that she wasn't asleep. But, Michael didn't notice.

The subtle movements of Betty's body revealed her inner turmoil. As Michael began to unbutton her nightgown, revealing her bra and the cleavage bit by bit, her legs began to tighten slightly, hinting at something uncertain...