Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 063 Betty was filled with regret and prayers...Part1 R18

In the past, Michael would never dare to strip Betty so completely, always leaving himself a way to revert things back to normal. But tonight, it seemed he was ready to burn his bridges, determined to succeed or perish in the attempt.

By now, he had already pulled Betty's pants down to her ankles, just one step away from complete removal. Betty's face was flushed, her features contorted as if she was on the verge of tears.

Deep inside, she was praying that Michael would only engage in oral activities and perhaps use his fingers as he had the previous night, even if it meant him depositing his semen as before. She could temporarily accept that for tonight.

I could see a hint of regret on Betty's face; she seemed to regret why she had agreed to sleep beside Michael tonight, why she hadn't confronted him today. She couldn't imagine that Michael had discovered her feigned sleep, thinking instead that her pretense of deep sleep over the past nights had led Michael to believe she really was a heavy sleeper.

Betty was filled with regret and prayers...

With one hand hooked on Betty's pants and the other gently lifting her foot, Michael slid the pants off one foot, then methodically lifted the other, fully removing Betty's pants and underwear. Now, Betty's lower half was completely bare.

Betty tightly clenched her legs together, but what use was it? She kept her legs curled, and from below, one could see her anus and vagina, her most private parts fully exposed.

With Betty's pants completely off, Michael had reached a point of no return. Perhaps sensing what was to come, Betty made another "unintentional" move. Her curled legs collapsed like a broken bridge, slamming down onto the mattress, which trembled slightly under the impact.

It seemed like a free fall of powerless legs, but it was clear she had exerted force, aiming to make a significant noise and movement to make Michael back off.

But Betty was mistaken. What reason could possibly make a starving wolf retreat at this point? For this wolf, moving forward was the only option; retreating meant death.

Having removed Betty's pants and underwear completely, Michael finally began to feel nervous. Sweat formed on his forehead. Although he knew Betty's secret, he was still a child, not fully understanding the adult world. He didn't know what would happen next, how Betty would react, or what it would mean if Betty opened her eyes.

At this moment, Michael was pondering his next move, while Betty, with her eyes closed, was also deep in thought. Her hands had slightly pulled up the bedsheet, and her cheeks were bulging, as if she was clenching her teeth hard. Everything seemed to be at a standstill.

What would Betty choose to do?

Sitting in front of the computer, I found myself unable to breathe. I watched the screen, not wanting to miss what would happen next.

My other hand held a lighter, trying to light a cigarette, but my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't get it to light...

At this moment, Betty was painfully aware of Michael's intention to pry her legs apart, and she could guess what might happen next.

Caught in a whirlwind of ethical morality and loyalty to me, she made her choice. Although she hadn't "awoken" fully, she forcefully kept her legs closed, indirectly signaling to Michael that she was conscious and hoping he would back off.

However, Michael, already aware of her consciousness, wasn't about to be deterred by Betty's resistance.

Betty clenched her legs tightly, and Michael felt her resistance. But by now, Michael had lost half of his rationality, controlled by his overwhelming sexual desire. He forcefully pried Betty's legs apart. Since he was holding her ankles, not only was Betty's strength no match for Michael's, but the leverage made it easier for him.

After a few forceful attempts, Michael finally overcame Betty's desperate resistance, and her slender, beautiful legs were gradually forced open, her expression twisted to the extreme.

Both knew what was happening; the recent actions were a form of confrontation. Betty was hypocritically clinging to her last shred of dignity, unwilling to fully awaken until the very last moment.

Betty's legs were reluctantly spread apart, revealing everything between them to Michael's gaze. Michael, in the process of opening Betty's legs, was visibly excited. The more Betty remained unresponsive, the more courage and confidence it gave him.