Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

"Why do you have to go back? Didn't you promise to stay with me tonight?" Betty's words caught Michael off guard, his face a mix of surprise, panic, and mostly disappointment.

It seemed Betty had promised to spend the evening with him, perhaps anticipating a night of passion after Michael's shower, a hint given away by his naked form as he stepped out of the bathroom.

But now, Betty's sudden change of mind left him scrambling.

Just moments ago in my living room, Michael was left in a state of frustrated arousal by Betty.

She had only intended to see him out, but during their descent down the stairs, Michael must have pleaded persistently, causing Betty to reconsider.

But was this change of mind really spontaneous?

If she was set on not staying, why turn off the lights only to return upstairs minutes later?

It seemed that turning off the lights was Betty's silent declaration of her decision to accompany Michael back to the small courtyard.

"Your dad just called me, and something was off in his tone. The call dropped suddenly, and it seemed like the signal was bad on his end."

"Although it might just be some work-related stress, something doesn't sit right with me, so I think it's best if I go home tonight..." Betty sighed, putting on her coat and frowning as she approached Michael.

"But..." Michael was reluctant, his eyes filled with a mix of eagerness and longing.

"No buts. Remember that night two years ago when your dad caught us? I don't want a repeat of that scene."

"What if your dad comes home unexpectedly tonight and I'm not there? How would I explain that?" Betty cut him off, voicing her concerns, which visibly deflated Michael like a punctured balloon.

It was clear he was still intimidated by her.

"Don't be like that. I'll come over tomorrow afternoon and stay with you. Just wait here for me," Betty said, noticing Michael's dejected look.

She couldn't help but show a trace of sympathy as she gently tapped his penis.

Hearing this, Michael's mood slightly improved, and a smile crept onto his face, while I felt like crying but realized I couldn't shed a tear...

Betty then wrapped herself up tightly in a scarf and mask, covering herself completely.

Michael, still naked, quickly wrapped a towel around himself to escort Betty out.

Michael's eyes were filled with reluctance, almost tearful, whether genuine or feigned, as he hovered around Betty.

As Betty reached the front door, Michael followed.

"Don't come out; it's cold outside. Be careful not to catch a cold," Betty said as she opened the door, her voice soft and caring.

"It's okay! I'm strong. I could even swim in the winter," Michael replied, striking a pose to show off his physique.

"Alright, you're the strongest, but you can't go out dressed like that. Put on some clothes. I'll wait if it's not too much trouble for you," Betty chuckled softly, seeing his antics.

Reluctantly, Michael agreed and hurried to put on his clothes and pants right in the living room under Betty's watchful eye, seemingly trying to entice her.

Betty appeared used to seeing Michael's body and remained calm, though her true feelings were unknown.

Once dressed, the two left the house together.

Along the way, Michael and Betty exchanged words that I couldn't hear due to the lack of audio on the outdoor surveillance.

All I saw was Michael talking and Betty shaking her head until they reached a black sedan.

Betty reluctantly smiled and finally nodded.

The two then got into the car together.

Michael had started the engine but suddenly ran back into the house to turn off all the lights.

After locking the door, he dashed back to the car, and they drove off.

I couldn't bring myself to believe what was happening.

I left my chair and went to the window of the small hut, peeking through a corner of the curtain.

I could see the gate of the opposite courtyard just in time as the car drove out.

A man in a hat and mask, wearing the same clothes Michael had just put on, locked the gate and then got back into the car, disappearing into the night.

Michael's gesture of driving Betty home seemed so considerate, it almost made me want to follow them.

I wondered if they might pull over somewhere secluded for a quickie in the car, but I quickly dismissed the thought.

Not only was my van no match for their speed, but the cramped space inside a sedan like theirs hardly allowed for such activities, especially with Michael's large frame.

Sitting on the bed in my small cabin, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my briefcase.

I hadn't smoked in a long time and didn't really want to, but I kept them for moments like this, thinking I might need a way to cope if I confirmed Betty's betrayal.

Now, here I was, actually using them.

The smoke filled the air in front of me, making everything seem surreal.

Was everything I had just witnessed an illusion?

If only it were.

The recordings were saved by me; I needed to keep everything to understand why Betty might betray me again.

I couldn't fathom any reason for it.

Time ticked by slowly.

I kept glancing at the clock, minutes passing slowly.

Logically, even a quick round trip in the sedan would take over an hour, but I was getting restless.

A part of me worried that if Betty got home and found I wasn't there, Michael might get carried away and they could resume their unfinished sexual encounter upstairs.

It was a distinct possibility.

I tried to stay calm, continuously smoking until I felt nauseous, the small room now completely filled with the smell of smoke.

After more than an hour, I couldn't sit still any longer.

I decided to go home and see for myself.

If they were indeed making love, I would catch them in the act.

This time, I wouldn't just walk away silently; I would confront them directly.

With my mind made up, I crushed the last cigarette under my foot, dressed up, and prepared to leave.

The moment I opened the door, fresh air hit my face, but it brought no relief.

I got into my van and drove towards home at a normal speed.

I took the main road, my eyes not only on the road ahead but also scanning the cars passing by.

If I saw Michael's car returning, I would abandon my plan to go home because his return meant I wouldn't catch them in anything incriminating.

As I reached my neighborhood, I saw no sign of Michael's car, indicating he hadn't come back, and nearly two hours had passed.