Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Betty and Michael began tutoring for his homework, but both were clearly preoccupied, barely managing to finish the assignments.

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Betty seemed like she wanted to say something but hesitated, unsure if Michael was aware of her concerns. So, when Michael lay down on his bed, Betty awkwardly joined him after a moment of reluctance.

Michael wasn’t asleep; he lay facing away from Betty, waiting, while Betty also lay on her side, seemingly trying to put some distance between them. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, her fists tightly clenched, betraying her fear and anxiety.

After a while, sensing the right moment, Michael gently got up, feeling Betty tense up beside him as he moved. She gripped her hands tighter, bracing for what might come next. Betty tried to control her emotions, seemingly preparing herself for an unwanted advance from Michael.

However, Michael just sat up in bed, looking troubled and uncertain. Guilty about keeping secrets from Betty, he felt uneasy. Even if Betty acted normally, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had discovered his secrets. Betty’s earlier actions in her bedroom had struck him as unusual.

Michael slowly moved his legs, then got out of bed and left the room. After he left, Betty breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, relieved to have avoided a confrontation for now.

Michael walked to the bathroom door, opened it, then closed it again without entering. He was just creating the illusion that he was using the bathroom at night, actually covering up his real intention to sneak into Betty’s room.

Michael quietly approached Betty’s bedroom. The door was ajar, and he gently pushed it open, stepping inside. He found the trash can in the dark and picked up the medicine strip, squinting to read the label in the dim light.

After examining it, he realized he didn’t recognize the words on the strip due to the poor lighting, only making out a few large letters.

After memorizing the general strokes of these letters, Michael replaced the strip and left the room, filled with doubts. Back in his own bedroom, he glanced at Betty and shook his head in frustration.

He decided not to act hastily without understanding the situation and remembered the name of the medicine, planning to look it up online later. Since Betty had temporarily taken away his phone after his grades dropped, he would have to wait until tomorrow to do more research.

Michael’s caution was understandable; if Betty had a contagious illness, he didn’t want to risk worsening her condition or catching it himself. Moreover, her panicked expression earlier was unusual for her, and it had left him puzzled.

Michael gently touched Betty’s breast and buttocks over her nightgown a few times before resigning himself to sleep, while I sat at the computer, my mind still unsettled.

Michael didn’t understand the words on the medicine strip, but I did. When Michael was looking at it, I zoomed in with the night vision camera and clearly saw the large letters: "Plan B," and below it in smaller letters, which Michael missed due to the darkness: "Emergency Contraceptive…"

Seeing that box of pills, I finally understood that Betty had taken emergency contraception. There was nothing surprising about it. After all, last night Michael had manually inserted semen into her vagina, and without taking the emergency contraception, Betty could very likely have become pregnant.

Seeing that Betty had taken the pill should have eased my mind, but at that moment, I couldn’t relax because Michael had seen the box.

Although Michael might not have clearly seen the smaller details on the box and might not know what the pills were for, he remembered the words "Plan B."

If he borrows a phone from a classmate to look it up online, asks other students, or even inquires at a pharmacy, he has many ways to find out what the pills are used for. What will Michael think then?

There’s only one reason Betty would take emergency contraception: she knows about Michael depositing semen inside her. That means Betty was aware of what Michael did to her that night.

Betty spends all her time with Michael, day and night. Michael wouldn’t suspect Betty of being with another man, especially since I, the male protagonist, am not at home, and the timing of her taking the medication was too coincidental.

Even if Michael isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he would realize that Betty was pretending to be asleep.

At that point, Michael would have two choices:

Behave himself and not invade Betty’s privacy again, since she’s already on guard, even though she hasn’t spoken up. Take further liberties with Betty, because she knows yet hasn’t refused, suggesting she condones his actions. Moreover, her physical responses indicate that she finds pleasure in it.

My heart tightened at this thought. Knowing all this, what choice would Michael make? Would he back off?

Could a teenage boy resist such temptation?

As a minor, his thinking might be simplistic, focusing only on the present without considering the future. If I were Michael, I might choose the second option.

I fast-forwarded the video to the next evening when Betty and Michael returned home from school. Betty seemed more at ease; last night, Michael hadn’t gone too far, just touching her buttocks and breasts, which allowed her to sleep peacefully.

Michael seemed unusually cheerful, joking around with Betty, but there was something indescribable in his eyes. Sitting at the computer, knowing everything, I could guess and confirm that Michael had definitely found out about the pills during the day.

Betty’s normal demeanor in front of him unintentionally gave Michael the wrong impression: that Betty liked his actions...

When Betty turned to head to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Michael watched her go with a smirk that resembled a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. Seeing this, I knew the night wouldn’t be peaceful, and Michael, as I had anticipated, made the second choice.

After dinner, Betty diligently helped Michael with his homework. As long as Michael didn’t cross her final boundary, she was prepared to endure until her husband returned.

What Betty didn’t know was that Michael had figured everything out and knew she was somewhat permissive, but he was unclear about her boundaries.