Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:04:18 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets - Part Two Comments and messages always welcome, and always answered. FAMILY SECRETS - PART TWO Mum had decided that on the Sunday we were to go off on a family picnic, the sort of idea she came up with now and again when she worried that the family were all off doing their own things too much. Sean being sensible enough not to arrive back in time, it was a slightly depleted family that set off in the car to Canning Woods with all the makings in the boot. I didn't get the chance to use the cams in the morning, having overslept. By the time Mum came to wake me with a few sarcastic comments about my tardiness, the other three were all up, showered, dressed and breakfasted. I found myself blushing when Mum stood at the bedroom door talking to me, especially with my morning erection doing its best to poke its way through the duvet. I was going to have to get over that if I was going to enjoy this situation to its utmost. So what if I had seen her on screen last night naked, fucking and pissing - surely I wouldn't blush now every time she spoke to me. I dressed hurriedly, and then started up the computer. I set the cam control to mine and Sean's room, and the recording time for three hours. Any more and I might have serious memory problems. I did it with no great expectation of anything interesting, but I was curious about how Sean behaved when he was on his own. About how anybody behaved when they thought they were unobserved, for that matter. As it turned out, I got a lot more than I bargained for. By Canning Woods we found a good spot on the hill overlooking the town and settled ourselves down on the grass to eat. It was a warm early Summer's day, and we were all dressed to take advantage of it. Dad was in t- shirt and shorts, as was I, and he soon stripped off the t-shirt to help along his tan. Mum was in shorts, too, and a halter top that showed off her flat stomach nicely. Tracey was in her regulation goth black, but the skirt was short to show off her long legs and the top tight against her budding bra-less breasts. I was sitting opposite Mum and Dad, Tracey on my right and sitting at an angle to me. Looking at the two of them sitting there, eating their sandwiches and chatting away about this and that, I couldn't stop myself imagining them naked. Mum's pert breasts and hairy cunt, Dad's heavy cock. My eyes kept being drawn to his crotch in the tight shorts, and I was unable to stop them from doing it. A couple fo times he caught me doing it. He looked mildly puzzled, but didn't say anything. Suddenly Tracey prodded my knee with her naked foot. "Mum," she said, in aloud voice. "Is it healthy for Chris to get a stiffy from eating cucumber sandwiches?" I brought my knees up as if they were spring-loaded. Dad looked embarrassed, Tracey looked innocent - and Mum looked furious. And, strangely, Dad also brought his knees up. "Tracey!" Mum said "You will not speak like that. Ever!" "Just a young girl's curiosity, Mum," Tracey answered her sweetly. Mum cast me a look that was even colder than the one she'd been giving Tracey. "There are some things that are not suitable subjects for curiosity, Tracey," she told my sister briskly. "And now we'll hear no more on the subject." The rest of the picnic was not a runaway success. We ate the remainder of our sandwiches in awkward silence, and Mum soon said to Dad that it was time to be heading home. When they were over by the car and Tracey and I folding the blanket we had been sitting on, I fixed my sister with a hard glare. "Cow!" She smiled at me, that knowing smile of her that infuriates everybody else in the family. "But you did have a stiffy, Chris," she said innocently. "A big hard one." She looked own at my groin. "Gone now, though. I wonder what dirty thoughts you were thinking to get that hard." "Shove it, you little witch." She laughed. " I bet that's what you were wanting to do," she said. "But where? That's the question." Mum came back then, and I was left with my uneasiness over Tracey's words. She couldn't know anything, but you never could tell with her. In our family, the brains had been shared out on a last come first served basis. My brother Sean was as dumb as was possible while still being able to do up your own shoelaces. I was no dimwit, but neither was I anywhere near on a par with my sister. Knowing her was to really understand that phrase about being too clever by half. Back home, Sean was pottering about in the bedroom. He took ages to leave to go out for the evening, btu as soon as he did I was on the computer. I checked the living room first and it was empty, but I could hear the sounds of washing up and muffled conversation from the kitchen. Tracey was in her room and on her own computer, looking to be reading something rather than doing anything active. So I accessed the recording of this morning and settled back to run through the long sequence of an empty room. Sean appeared about a half an hour before the recording was due to end. I watched him come into the room, and sit on the bed for a smoke while he did nothing but stare gormlessly at the opposite wall. Then he got up and left. When he came back he was carrying what looked like clothing. It wasn't until he laid it all out on the bed that I realised what it was. There was Tracey's school inform blouse and skirt, and a matching set of yellow bra and panties. I couldn't say for sure, but my guess was that the underwear must have been Tracey's too. I sat there watching, and I was finding it very hard to believe my eyes. Sean? A panty-nicker? Big tough Sean? Well, alright, he sometimes had me suck his cock. But that was just convenience. A handy warm wet hole to use when he was having trouble climaxing. It didn't make him gay. But what I saw next was even m ore of an eye-opener. Not just a panty-nicker, but a panty-sniffer and panty- licker too. He held the yellow panties up to his face and buried his nose in the crotch, then held them away and stuck out his tongue to lick at the flimsy fabric. I could see that his cock was hard in his jeans, and mine was getting that way too. What I was seeing was pretty sick, but it was hot too. Then I watched him strip himself naked and pick up the panties again. He was just on the process of putting them on when the recording came to its end. Before I cut out the dead air in the recording and saved the meat of it, I did another tour. Mum and Dad were in the living room now, watching television. And Tracey was still at her computer, but not looking too happy for some reason. Sean came home just as I was finishing the editing of the tape, and I quickly closed everything down. He stayed in the room the rest of the night until it was time for bed, so my desire to make further use of the cams was frustrated. I had to amuse myself with imagining how Sean must have looked when he put on the rest of the clothes, the bra and Tracey's school uniform. A right plonker, that's for sure. Next morning I was late getting up as usual, and had to rush to get ready for school. Sean and Dad had already left for work. They both worked for Uncle Harry, Mum's eldest brother, in his construction firm. I suppose if I fail to get into university, then that's where I'll end up too. Tracey was just leaving as I got downstairs, and Mum shoved a plate of buttered toast at me with a comment about getting something hot inside me for the day. She worked a coupe of days a week in a charity shop, and this wasn't one of her days. I grabbed two slices of the toast and ate them on the run. School was pretty much a waste of a day. It was only three days to the long summer holiday, and not much real work was getting down. The teachers were even more ready for the long break than we were. My mate Kenny invited me round to his place after school, but I said I had to get home. I had particular reason why I wanted to get home on time, but I didn't tell him that. Eventually I was bound to tell him about the cams, and maybe even show him a selected few of the recordings, but for now I wanted to keep it as just my secret. I raced home, and got there before Tracey. A quick hello to Mum, and then I was up in my bedroom turning on the computer. Tracey had an invariable routine when she got home from school. She would go straight to her room and strip off her uniform, and then put on a bathrobe and go for a shower. That's why I wanted to be home early. I heard her come in downstairs and her footsteps on the stairs. A moment later, as I set the recorder going, she appeared on the screen coming through the door of her room. She surprised me by turning on her computer before she did anything else, and tapping in some rapid commands. And the whole time she was getting undressed, she kept casting glances towards the screen. She took off her blazer first, throwing it on to the bed. Her tie quickly followed. Slowly she began to unbutton her blouse, and I took out my hardening cock and began to stroke it. The buttons all finally undone, she pulled off the blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really need one, and only when she was going out with her fr4iedns for the evening did she bother. Her budding breasts were very small, smaller even than Mum's and certainly a lot firmer, and tipped with perfect little nipples. She stood there for a minute examining something on her blouse, and I took the opportunity of a quick zoom. I don't think I've ever seen such perfect tits. I had this really strong picture in mind of covering them with my hands, and then leaning down to lick those beautiful nipples. Satisfied at last with whatever she was looking at on her blouse, she dropped it on to the bed and undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Underneath it she was wearing a red thong. She reached back to pull it out of her arse crack, giving me a great view of her pert buttocks, and then crossed to the computer to sit down at it. She stared at the screen for a few minutes, and then briskly got up and pulled off the thong. I had just a few seconds to see her cunt, completely hairless so I guessed she shaved as by her age she should have had at least some hair there, before she picked up her robe and wrapped it around herself. Then she turned and waved at the camera.