Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 14:23:01 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets - part 5. All comments and messages welcomed and answered. PART FIVE Dad was giving Uncle Harry an account of the sex with Mum on Saturday night, but it didn't match anything I had watched on the cam. If it had been as action-packed as Dad was describing as he knelt naked on the bedroom floor in front of Uncle Harry, then it really would have been something worth watching. I glanced briefly towards Tracey standing behind me. "Alright," I said. "Spill it. What do you know?" Something in my tone must have told her it wasn't time to mess with me, because she didn't play any of her usual games. "Dad's into being humiliated," she said simply. "Used and abused, you might say." I glanced quickly at her, to see if she was serious. "By men?" I asked, seeing that she was. She gave a shrug. "I think by both from the sites he visits," she said. "And from his mails. But I figure men are easier to come by." "You read his mails?" "Of course I do. Wouldn't you, if you had the chance?" She smiled as she looked at me. "In fact, you do have the chance. I'll send you copies of the good ones." On the screen, Dad had finished his story and was just kneeling there looking up at Uncle Harry. The latter was gently stroking his cock, semi-erect now but not much bigger than it had been soft. He raised a boot and ran the toe down Dad's naked chest and stomach, ending at his cock. He held it down with the sole, pushing it between Dad's thighs. "That's how I knew he had someone regular," Tracey was saying. "He visits clubs sometimes, but the mails showed he also meets up with someone on a regular basis. I just never dreamed it was Uncle Harry." "You think your dirty cock deserves to be up my sister's sweet little cunt, bitch?" Uncle Harry was asking. "No, sir," Dad answered humbly. "No, it doesn't. You're a cock-sucking cum slut, bitch, not a real man." "Yes, sir." "What are you, bitch?" "I'm a cock-sucking cum slut, sir." Uncle Harry laughed. "My sister needs a real man to fuck her, bitch," He leant forward, till he was looking in Dad's face. "And I bet she's got one." He sat back, and lifted his boot so that Dad's cock sprung up again and slapped against his stomach. I could almost see it throbbing, and mine, sticking out of my jeans, was getting in the same state. I was sitting watching my Dad, kneeling and naked, being humiliated and abused by my uncle while they talked about my Mum being fucked. And me with my cock out and my sister standing just behind me. Who wouldn't find that a turn on? "You like that thought, don't you, bitch?" Uncle Harry said. "The thought of your wife being fucked by another man. His cock in her cunt. Or in her arse or her mouth." "Yes, sir," Dad said quietly. "Yes, indeed. Or even better, more than one. A bunch of them, stripping her naked and raping her holes with their big cocks. While you watch helpless as they take what's yours. You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch? The thought excites you, doesn't it?" I saw Dad swallow with difficulty. He nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. "It excites me." "Then when they'd finished with her, they'd start on you. Give you the same treatment while she watched you being defiled and used." Uncle Harry fell silent, watching Dad's face. His cock was still only semi-erect, and he noticed Dad glancing at it. "Get me hard, bitch," he said. "You know how much you like it hard. Tell me something that's going to do the trick. What about the family? Tracey been accidentally-on- purpose flashing her knickers again at you?" I glanced up at Tracey, and she gave me a cheeky smile. "Just a bit of fun to see how he'd react," she said. "No, sir," Dad was saying. "Not since the last time I told you about. There was something, though." "Go on, bitch." "It was Chris, at our picnic on Sunday." I could feel myself reddening already, not helped by the sound of Tracey's laugh behind me. "What about him?" Uncle Harry asked, still gently stroking his cock. "I kept catching him looking at my crotch." "Did you now? And did his interest make you hard?" Dad looked down. "Yes, sir," he said, barely audibly. "And he was hard too." Uncle Harry looked suddenly interested. "You saw this?" he asked. "No, sir. Tracey said about it. Jane got really annoyed with her for mentioning it." Uncle Harry smiled. "Interesting," he said. "On all sorts of different levels." He stood up. His cock was now fully hard, jutting out from his trousers and pointing straight at Dad's expectant face. "I have a task for you, bitch," he said. "Yes, sir?" Dad responded, unable to take his eyes from the tip of the cock inches from his face. "From now until next week, I want you to ensure you have an erection whenever you are alone around Chris. Play with yourself, and then make an excuse to talk to him. I want an unmistakeable bulge there every opportunity you can make. Understand, bitch?" "Yes, sir." "Good. So now you can have your reward." Hr took a hold of Dad's hair and pulled his face onto his crotch. Dad's mouth opened instinctively and Uncle Harry's big hard cock slipped easily inside. Then, holding Dad's head steady with his grip on his hair, he began to thrust in and out. Tracey leant over me, watching, and I felt cool fingers wrapping themselves around my cock. "Bet you wish it was you fucking Dad's face," she whispered in my ear. That pushed me right over the edge. My cum splattered across my jeans and her fingers, as on the screen Uncle Harry came in Dad's mouth. Tracey let go of my cock and straightened. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the cum from one finger, which caused me to find one last spurt that landed on the carpet at my feet. Then she held her hand out to my face. I hesitated a moment, but then poked out my tongue and licked my cum from her other finger. She smiled at me, a fond sort of smile. "You're going to have to figure out how you're going to react to Dad's boners, "she said. "So he can report it all to Uncle Harry." On the screen, Uncle Harry had extracted his glistening cock from Dad's mouth. "Get me a pair of Jane's clean knickers," he said. Dad quickly got up from his knees to comply. From her underwear drawer, he brought a pair of blue lacy panties and handed them over. Uncle Harry used the inside of them to clean the last of his cum and Dad's saliva from his slowly subsiding cock and handed them back. "Put them back," he said. "And let me know when she's next wearing them." Dad did as he was told, as Uncle Harry put his cock away and zipped himself up. Then a subtle change seemed to cover over them both. Without a word being spoken between them, it was obvious that they had returned to their normal public relations with each other. "I'll wait for you downstairs," Uncle Harry said. "I'll not be a minute," Dad answered. "Another beer before we go?" "No, better not. We need to finish that Staddling Road job before it gets dark." Uncle Harry left the bedroom, and Dad started putting on his clothes. I switched off the screen and turned to Tracey. "Once they're gone," I said. "I want to hear it all. Everything you know." She smiled and half nodded. "Did you record all that" "Every second," I confirmed. "Good. Let's watch it again, and then I'll tell you all about it."