**A Family Affair**

As they both reached the peak of their climax, the door to the bedroom burst open and a deep, commanding voice echoed through the room. "What's going on here?" Angela's eyes widened in horror as she scrambled to cover herself, her face burning with embarrassment. Michael's eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of shock and guilt written across his face. The sound of footsteps approaching made Angela's heart sink even further. Her father, a man she had always respected and admired, stood in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. His gaze landed on Angela, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Michael, still naked, got out of bed and stood tall, his eyes never leaving Angela's face. "Dad, I..." he began, but his voice trailed off as he seemed to realize that there was no excuse for what they had been doing. The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three people in the room. Angela's father looked like he had been punched in the gut, his face pale and his eyes haunted. "This...this is not what I expected to walk into," he stammered. Angela felt a wave of shame wash over her, and she buried her face in the pillow, unable to meet her father's gaze. Michael, however, seemed to be trying to take responsibility for what had happened. "It just happened, Dad. I love her, and I couldn't help myself." The words only seemed to make things worse. Angela's father's face turned red with anger, and he took a step forward, his fists clenched. "You're telling me that you've been sleeping together? That you've been lying to me, and to each other?" The room seemed to be spinning, and Angela felt like she was going to be sick. She knew that she and Michael had crossed a line, but she had never expected it to come to this.