Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 52 - 0 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.

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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.

Michael kissed passionately with his eyes closed, and after clenching her hands, Betty opened her eyes, her gaze filled with panic and anger.

However, when she saw it was Michael, and noticed his closed eyes and gentle kissing technique, her brow twitched a few times, her eyes reflecting a mix of turmoil, panic, and hesitation.

Normally, a woman feeling violated by another man might uncontrollably slap him, and perhaps Betty’s clenched sheets were her preparing to slap Michael, but at the last moment, she held back, just as she now held back from opening her eyes.

Gradually, for some reason, Betty struggled for a while with her eyes open but eventually closed them again, and the hand that had been clutching the sheets slowly relaxed.

Seeing Betty’s expression, I knew she had tacitly consented to Michael’s kiss. Watching this, my heart ached. Why was that?

Was it just because Betty and Michael kissed to express their love for each other?

You should know, this kiss from Michael was different—it wasn’t about familial affection for Betty, but a blatant, disrespectful kiss.

I kept making excuses for Betty in my mind, and the only reason I could come up with was that Betty had talked to Michael before going to bed.

Maybe she didn’t want to hurt Michael again, or perhaps due to her panic, she didn’t know what decision to make—whether to resist or consent. So, she could only wait, deciding what to do as the situation became more awkward.

While kissing, Michael began to caress Betty’s chest, touching her through her conservative nightgown and bra. But I, who knew Betty’s body well, understood that even the barriers of a bra and nightgown couldn’t diminish the fullness and softness of Betty’s breasts.

Michael’s kneading seemed practiced, as Betty’s ample breasts changed shape under his skilled hands. Yet, Michael was careful not to be too aggressive, keeping his movements gentle.

Betty’s hands, initially relaxed, tightened significantly when Michael touched her breasts, even more so than when he had kissed her. If initially Betty might have thought Michael’s kiss was just to show affection and longing, this act of touching her breasts was outright desecration.

At this point, Betty couldn’t harbor any illusions about Michael, nor make excuses for herself.

Perhaps because he couldn’t see clearly, Michael thought it futile to keep his eyes open. Instead, he closed them, focusing all his attention on his lips and hands, which allowed him to feel everything about Betty more intensely.

Betty’s brows furrowed, her hands clenched. I could feel the tension, like the trembling of hands gripping the sheets, but as time passed, Betty made no other move.

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...