Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:48:17 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets - Part 3 Comments and messages always welcome and always answered. PART THREE The instant Tracey waved at the cam, I did a whole lot of things at once. Automatically and instinctively. Cock back in my jeans, flies zipped up, computer screen turned off. And a dive for my bed, grabbing a book on the way. I was the picture of innocence when Tracey came in, still in her bathrobe. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" I asked her, looking up from my book. She smirked at me. "You're a fine one to talk about respecting privacy, big brother," she said as she padded across to my computer on bare feet. "Hey!" I shouted uselessly as she turned on the screen. We both stared at the view of her bedroom that appeared. "Enjoy the show?" she asked, turning to me. "Oh, and by the way, you're reading that book upside down." Like a fool, I turned it the other way up. Only to find that now it was upside down. She laughed. "Chris," she said. "You're pretty smart in some things, but with computers you don't know shit. I've been monitoring your computer through the wireless network for over a year now. I've read every file, checked out every dirty picture, watched you surfing, read your chats. You haven't got any secrets from me anymore." It took me a moment for the full horror of that to percolate through my brain, as I slowly remembered just what I had on my supposedly safe computer. I closed my eyes in disbelief as I remembered my computer diary. I put everything in there, and I do mean everything. "Nice little job you did with the cams," she went on. "Very neat. I figured out the where they were from the camera angles, but even knowing I had a job spotting them." She came and sat on the side of the bed, lifting up on leg so that the robe fell open to above mid-thigh. It was the sort of thing she did, and I'd always just assumed it was innocent unawareness. The idea was beginning to form in my mind that that my little sister was anything but unaware. I didn't want to think about my dairy. Not ever again. And if she didn't mention it, I sure wasn't going to. "You saw the stuff from the cams?" I asked. She smiled. "Mum and Dad having their boring little fuck?" she said. "Sure I did. And Mum in the toilet. You liked that, didn't you? I could tell by the way you worked the zoom. Pretty keen on Dad's cock from what I saw, too. And as for our dear brother Sean with my clothes, I watched that along with you. The bastard is going to pay for that somehow. I've been wondering why my knickers have been getting loose. And now I know." "Are you going to tell Mum and Dad?" I asked her, sure that she would. But she shook her head. "I want in on this, Chris," she said. "I want in, or you're going to be in it up to your neck when I do tell them." She was sitting a few inches from my left hip. Casually, she reached over a hand and laid it on the top of my jeans. I could feel myself getting hard again, after the sudden subsidence caused by that wave. "Only fair I take a peek, Chris," she said, easing down my zip. "After all, you;ve seen mine." She reached inside my open fly, pushed down my pants and grabbed hold of my thickening cock. Her hand felt cool and nice there, and my cock immediately completed its hardening process. "Is that me causing that?" she asked with a giggle. I could only nod as she pulled it out. I looked down and saw her slim fingers wrapped around my cock sticking out of my jeans. She studied it with interest. "Do we have a deal, Chris?" she asked. I nodded again, but she gave me a look that told me she wanted it verbal. "We have a deal," I agreed, laying my hand on her thigh. "Oh no," she said, gripping it by the wrist with her free hand and moving it away. "You can look, but you can't touch. Not yet, anyway. Who can tell what might happen in the future?" The hand holding my cock was moving slightly up and down, causing all sorts of very pleasant sensations to rush through my body. "You do have a nice dick, Chris," she said thoughtfully. "And it's big too. Not as big as Dad's though, I reckon." I gave her a look, and she shook her head in amusement. "I saw it on your cam, silly," she said. She looked into my face. "You do like to watch, don't you, Chris?" she asked. "I do," I admitted. She let go of my cock and stood up. Taking a step back, she undid the belt of her robe and let it fall open. I ran my eyes up and down her body. It was far better in the flesh than it could ever be on screen. "Wank for me, Chris," she said. "Show me how you cum." She moved one hand down to her stroke cunt, and watching her I needed no second telling. I took a grip on my cock and began to jerk away at it. One part of my mind wanted not to cum just yet, to prolong this moment, but it was all too much and soon I could feel it beginning to rise. "Don't cum yet," she said suddenly. "Hold it." I paused, but still spunk started leaking from my throbbing cock. She crossed to Sean's bed and pulled back the covers. "On his pillow," she said. "I want that panty-stretcher sleeping with his face in your dried cum tonight." I hesitated, but she beckoned me urgently and I swung my legs off my bed and crossed to his. My cock was leaking copiously by now, leaving a trail across the floor. I positioned myself at the head of his bed, cock pointing at his pillow. Tracey was by my side, close enough for me to smell her. I felt her hand on my arse. "Do it, Chris," she urged. "Cum for me." Two strokes and it was spurting. Across his pillow, over his sheet and even up the wall. Tracey gave a little sigh of satisfaction. She gave my still hard cock a little stroke with one finger, and then refastened her robe. "This is just the start, Chris," she said, walking over to the door. "We're going to have all sorts of fun with this. But I'm not having you watch me any time you feel like it. I decide when. I'm blocking off the cam in my room, and I'll be putting something over the bathroom one when I'm in there. You undersatand?" I stood there with my cock sticking out of my jeans, and all I could do was nod dumbly. "Good," she said. "I'll let you watch when I want you to watch." She gave me a wicked little smile. "Maybe when I next have some friends over for a pyjama party, eh? Or maybe not." She left, and I once more launched into action. This time with a handful of tissues, trying to clean up all the cum I could from Sean's bed. No way could I get it all before it soaked in, but at least I figured I would get rid of enough for him to think it was nothing more than his own sleep drool. That done I went back to check the computer. The cam in Tracey's room was showing just blackness. Later I found she'd blu-tacked a poster over it. And the bathroom one, from where I could hear her showering now, was blocked by a towel which she'd bunched up in front of it. I searched for the recording I had made of her getting undressed earlier, and wasn't too surprised to find it gone. She really did know a .lot about computers. So I switched off and settled down to read the book I'd been pretending to read earlier. I gave up after reading the same sentence three times, and still having no idea of what it had said. There was far too much on my mind to concentrate on a book. A couple of hours later Dad got home from work. I tuned into the living room and listened to him and Mum chatting about his day. He said that Sean was doing a special job with Uncle Harry and wouldn't be home till later, and then said he was going upstairs to change. I switched to their bedroom, and watched as he got out of his dirty overalls. Dressed only in his briefs, he left the bedroom and I flicked to the bathroom just in time to see him enter. He locked the door and then stood over the toilet and pulled down the front of his briefs. His biog cock plopped out and he held it lightly as he started to piss. A message board suddenly appeared in the corner of my screen. "What are you thinking about?" it asked. Something else it seemed Tracey could do with my computer. She must be watching this along with me, a thought I found kind of exciting. Without thinking about it, I typed what was actually in my head. "I'd like to be holding his cock as he pisses." "Perv," she typed, but followed it with a big smiley face. "Pots and kettles, " I typed back, smiling. "Not exactly normal what you're doing, is it?" Dad had finished pissing. He shook it dry, but didn't put it away or flush. He took hold of it again, more firmly this time, and I knew exactly what he was planning to do. I took out my own and began to stroke. "He's going to jerk off," Tracey typed. "Looks like it. You've seen me do it, and now you're going to see Dad." I hesitated a moment, and then typed," Are you fingering yourself?" There was a very long pause, and I thought she wasn't going to answer. But then she typed a single word. "Yes." All of a sudden the cam zoomed in on his now hard cock, and I knew that Tracey had control of them too. Dad grabbed a wad of toilet paper with his free hand as he stroked his cock. I watched him, stroking mine and thinking of Tracey in her room with her legs open and her fingers on her cunt as she watched too. I came before he did, and settled back with my cock still in my hand to watch him finish. He suddenly hunched over, and covered the end of his cock with the toilet paper. His whole body shuddered several times as he came into the paper, and then he matter-of-factly dropped the paper down the pan and used another wad to clean off his cock. Flushing, he pulled up his pants and left the bathroom. I typed "You still there?" There was no answer, and still none by the time Mum called us all down for dinner ten minutes later.