Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:29:50 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets - Part 6 Comments and messages always welcome and always answered. Part Six I went to tuck my spent cock back in my jeans, but Tracey said not to. "Leave it out," she said. "I like to look at it like that. All sort of floppy and friendly." I laughed at that, but did as she asked. Downstairs, we heard the front door close. I switched on the screen again and Tracey sat down beside me, nudging me over so that we each had one buttock on the chair and one off. "Let's se it again," she said. "And let's have the volume up louder this time." I started it up and raised the volume. But as it began my attention wasn't really on what was happening on the screen. I was thinking about Tracey's long slim fingers wrapped around my cock wanking it, and the way she had licked my warm cum from them afterwards. And then offered some to me. I could still feel the texture and taste of her finger on my tongue. Mixed with the taste of my own cum. It was not the first time I had tasted that, but hardly in those circumstances before. "You're getting big again," Tracey said. "This really does turn you on, doesn't it?" I looked down to see that my memories had brought my cock to attention again, and it was pointing up at my chin. I shrugged, not wanting to say what had really given me another erection, and concentrated on the screen. It was at the point where Uncle Harry was telling Dad to get himself hard around me. "So what will you do when he does?" Tracey asked. "I'll just ignore it," I answered. "Don't you dare!" she said. "Come on, Chris, don't spoil this by going all po-faced on me. This is fun, and I want to see where it goes. Just keep looking at it. That's all you have to do. Will you do that? For me?" How could I resist? I nodded, and she smiled and gave my hard cock a little friendly pat. "This is going to be great," she said. "Just you wait and see." On the screen, Uncle Harry was fucking Dad's mouth. "You have a really nice looking cock, Chris." Tracey said. "Some of them are just plain ugly. But yours is nice, like Dad's." "Thank you," I said, not really knowing what else I could say. "I'd love to see you fucking Dad with it," she went on. "It's much nicer than Uncle Harry's." I'd not thought my sister any sort of innocent, but there's a difference between not-innocent and out and out depraved and these last couple of days she's shown me how far over that lone she's wandered. Not that I was complaining, of course. A little bit of depravity suited me just fine, as long as it didn't go too far. And right then I didn't have any idea of just how far it was likely to go. Nor that Tracey wasn't looking at what we were doing in the same way as I was, not as I was then anyway. Sure the idea of fucking my own Dad's mouth was a turn- on, but just in fantasy. No way could I see it ever happening in real life, and I thought Tracey was on the same wavelength. And on those terms, I was happy to play along. "Using him as my bitch," I said. "Yes," she said, breathing heavily. "Your cock-sucking bitch." She reached out and took a hold of my cock, rubbing it between her fingers. I was getting the hang of this now. I say something she likes, and she does something I like. Suited me fine. "I'll cum in his mouth and all over his face," I said. "And bring round your mates so they can fuck him too." "He'll be our fuck-toy." "Your fuck-meat." She was licking her lips now, and her rubbing of my cock was getting almost painful. "You can all fuck him one after the other. One fucking his arse while another fucks his mouth." "Spot roast him." Suddenly she let go of me, and got up off the chair. "But now I have to get back to school," she said matter- of-factly. "My next teacher takes a register, the bastard. But I'm going to be thinking of you fucking Dad all through the lesson. I'll get so wet they'll have to mop the seat after I get up. And just wait till I share it with Trish. There'll be two wet seats." I looked up at her in alarm. "You can't tell anybody about this," I said. "Not the cams, silly," she reassured me. "I'll tell her it's something I made up. We're always making things up for each other. She is really sick sometimes, I tell you." That was a thought to put aside for the moment, to be returned to later at my leisure. Tracey's friend Trish was a bit of alright. "You'll have to tell me some of the things she comes up with," I said hopefully. "You're pretty sick yourself, big brother," she said with a giggle. "You two would make a right pair." She walked over to the bed to get her shoes, and I couldn't help looking down at her feet as she walked away. Tracey has really pretty feet, with pert little toes, and they had always turned me on just a little bit. She turned suddenly, and caught me looking. "You like my feet, don't you," she said. "I've seen you casting your furtive glances at them before." I shrugged, a little embarrassed. "They're nice," I said. "As feet go." She picked up her shoes and came back to the desk. She perched herself on the edge of it, and lifted one bare foot to touch my softening cock with the sole. It immediately sprang back into life again. She moved her foot up and down a little and pushed her toes into the head. "I think it's a bit more than that, Chris, isn't it? You think they're sexy, don't you?" What could I say? "I do," I said, the sensations of her foot on my cock making my voice ragged. "They're very sexy." She smiled. "Thank you, Chris," she said. "Now I want us always to be this honest about things with each other, eh? Always? No matter what we might tell anybody else, with sex we're always going to tell each other the straight truth, right?" "Always," I managed to gasp. "Promise?" "I promise." She gave my cock a last rub with her foot, gripping the shaft with her toes, and then lowered her leg and put on her shoes. "You were going to tell me about Dad on the internet," I said. "So I was," she replied. "That'll have to wait till I get home now. And I'll send you copies of the emails when I do get back." "What about Mum?" I called out as she reached the door. "Nothing," she said, with a sad shake of her head before leaving. "Real boring." After she'd gone I felt a bit restless. I ran through all the recordings again. Mum and Dad having sex, both of them pissing, Dad wanking, Sean with Tracey's underwear. And finishing with Uncle Harry using Dad again. When it came to the point where Uncle Harry wiped his cock clean with Mum's panties, I gave in to a little impulse of my own. I went and got that same pair and brought them back to my room. I sat watching lunchtime's recoding again while I wanked, and after I'd cum I used the inside of the panties to clean off the last of my cum just as Uncle Harry had. Next time Mum put them on, she'd have my dried cum as well as her brother's rubbing up against her cunt, and it wouldn't just be Dad watching out for when she next put them on. I returned the panties to her drawer, pretty well all sexed out for the moment, and settled down to watch some daytime TV for an hour or two downstairs. Mum was the first to arrive home from her part-time job in the charity shop, and she came to check on if I was alright. Then she sat with me for a while to watch the TV and tell me about her day. I have to admit I got a bit of a hard- on sitting next to her on the settee as she prattled on, thinking about my cum on her panties and about the recordings of her naked body on my comp much more than what she was saying. I don't think she noticed, though. Then it was Tracey's turn to get back home. She joined us, sitting herself down in the armchair opposite. The first thing she did was to take off her shoes and stretch her legs out, arching her feet and spreading her toes. Giving me a knowing look the whole time. Then she pulled them back onto the chair and gave them a rub. "Feet ache, darling?" Mum asked. "A long day, Mum," Tracey answered. "Going to give me a nice foot massage, Chris, to make them feel better?" "Sod off," I automatically replied. "Please, Chris," she persisted. "I'll help you with that computer thing you were asking about afterwards if you do." I was too empted already to resist that. I wanted to massage her feet, and I wanted to hear about Dad's adventures on the net. I never was any good at resisting temptation. "Alright," I said, to Mum's utter amazement. "But just for a few minutes." I got up off the settee and went over to kneel in front of Tracey's chair. She held out one foot and I took hold of it and began to massage the sole and arch. "Now I really have seen everything," Mum said, laughing. "Perhaps you can do mine for me as well sometime, Chris." I had to swallow hard and ignore Tracey's big grin before I could answer. "Just say the word, Mum," I said. There was a short silence behind me, and then Mum said, "Well, I'd better see to the dinner. Nice to see you two getting on better, instead of rowing all the time, even if I do feel like I've fallen into the Twilight Zone." After she'd gone, Tracey leaned forward to me. "Reckon Mum will give you a foot-wank like I did, Chris?" she whispered. "Give over." "Chris, total honesty with each other," she reminded me. "That's what we said. So did it cross your mind, the thought of Mum's foot on your cock?" I nodded, and she sat back satisfied. She opened her thighs a little and hitched up her skirt, so that I could see that she was no longer wearing the thong, and then pushed it back down again. "Took it off before my next lesson," she said. "To give Trish better access." "You mean you.." "It was Geography," she said. "Have to do something to fight off the boredom." She lifted her other foot to my face and touched my lips with her toes. I poked out my tongue and licked the base of her big toe. It tasted of her sweat, but funnily enough it didn't gross me out. I did it again, and then she pushed it against my lips again and I opened them to take it into my mouth. I sucked on it like a little cock. "Lovely," she said. "But Mum would really flip if she walked back in now." She extracted her toe from my mouth and her other foot from my hands. Getting up, she grabbed her shoes. "I'm going to have a shower and get changed," she said. "Then I'll forward the mails to you." I went back up to my room. I didn't bother checking either the bathroom cam or the one in Tracey's room, as I figured she wouldn't hardly forget in a hurry. So I lay on my bed reading, until I heard Dad arriving home downstairs. When I heard him come up the stairs and go into their bedroom, I moved to the computer ands a switched it on. By the time I booted up the cam, he had shucked off his overalls and was standing in the middle of the room in just his shirt. His big heavy cock was hanging down between his legs, but as I switched on the recorder he grabbed hold of it and wanked it until it was hard. When it was rock solid, he pulled on a pair of thin casual trousers, no underpants, and went to the door. I guessed what was coming, and switched to my own room cam before turning off the screen and returning to the bed to pick up my book. There was a knock on the door, and he came in. I had told Tracey I would keep looking at it, but it was hard not to anyway. The bulge seemed enormous and, if anything, it was difficult to drag the eyes away. He appeared very nervous, which was understandable, but the fact that he was going through with this told me a lot about his relationship with Uncle Harry. And about him and his sexual tastes. It was obvious that he liked following orders, even if it scared the life out of him. "Mum says you've been poorly," he said, standing there by the door. "Been home all day." "Just a stomach bug," I replied, my gaze alternating between his face and his crotch. "I popped back for a bite to eat at lunchtime," he said. "As I was in the area. Didn't know you were here." "I was probably asleep," I said to reassure him. "Slept much of the day." "Probably did you good," he said, looking relieved. "Probably did." "Well, I'd better be off and leave you to your book." "OK, Dad. Thanks for coming in to see how I was." He got out so fast that I'm surprised he managed to get the door open first. And no sooner had he gone, than Tracey was in. She was dressed in a skimpy top and tight jeans, and bare feet. "Well?" she said. I gestured casually to the computer. "All taped," I said. "So you can see for yourself."