Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 13:15:33 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets 7 Comments and messages welcomed and always answered. Part Seven Rather than sit in the chair, Tracey leant over the back of it as she brought up my cache of cam recordings. Her tight little arse stuck in the air, back arched so that her top rode up to reveal a strip of naked flesh around her middle. I was getting to know a lot more about Tracey in a very short period of time, and I knew now that all this provocative stuff was deliberate. But that was no reason to stop enjoying the view. Feeling a bit bold, I took out my cock and began to slowly stroke it as I looked at her. She glanced my way and smiled. She did like seeing evidence that her body turned me on. Then she concentrated on the screen. "The dirty bugger," she said, talking about Dad. "He actually went and did it." "He was scared stiff." She laughed at that. "I mean he was really nervous," I corrected myself. "I wonder how far he really would go if Uncle Harry told him to," she said thoughtfully. I shrugged, but I was getting used to that look on her face that I was seeing now. It usually meant she was dreaming up something very naughty. "I can doctor his incoming mail," she said. "Not his outgoing, but as long as he doesn't pick it up straight away I can change it and then restore it like new. What do you fancy having him do?" "Tracey, don't you dare!" She smiled cheekily. "Alright," she said. "Not just yet." She turned towards me, and slowly lifted her top to reveal her small braless tits. "Cum for me, Chris," she said. "Think about Mum lying on your bed naked while you rub and lick and kiss her feet. And I straddle her face so that she can lick out my cunt." I'd intended to grab a tissue, but it came too fast and shot up over my t-shirt and puddled in the lap of my jeans. "You're such a messy little boy," she said, laughing, as she lowered her top. "You'd better get changed. Go down to dinner like that and you'll have Dad on his knees licking it off." I dabbed at the pools on my jeans and then swung my legs off the bed. I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped my jeans. The top of my pants were soaked too, so I took them off as well. Stark naked, with Tracey watching me, I went to the cupboard to get myself some fresh clothes. And that was the moment that there was a rap on the door and it opened and Dad's head poked around it. First of all he just stared at us. I had turned instinctively towards the door as it had opened, and my still semi-erect cock, glistening a little with cum, immediately drew his gaze like a magnet. I have to admit it twitched a bit at the attention it was getting from him, and he can't have helped but notice that. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing intelligible came out. Even Tracey looked a bit taken aback at us being caught like this. He drew his eyes away from me and towards Tracey. "What are doing in here, Tracey?" he asked. "Just came in to chat to Chris," she said, recovering quickly. "Tracey, he is naked!" He glanced towards me, but quickly looked away again. "You don't just stand chatting to a boy who is naked." Tracey is good, you have to give her that. "Eew, Dad," she said, pulling a face. "Don't be so icky. He's my brother. Not everything is about sex, you know. There's nothing to be ashamed of in the naked human body. We've all got one. Chris spilt tea all down his clothes and had to change." He could see he was losing the argument, but wasn't sure how. It was a common feeling when talking to Tracey, one I knew well. "Then you should have left," he persisted. She shook her head a little sadly, and looked over at me still standing there naked and then back to Dad. "That is so gross, Dad," she said. "As if seeing my own brother with no clothes on would rouse any animal lusts in me. The very idea is sick-making. You're seeing him naked too, and it's not bothering you, is it?" That was a cheap shot, but a good one. "Don't be so silly, Tracey," he said weakly. "Chris, your mother asked me to tell you that your mate Kenny is here to see you." "Thanks, Dad," I said, "I'll be right down." That left us in a sort of frozen triangular tableaux. .Me standing naked in the middle of the room with my cock slowly hardening, and Dad at the door seeming unwilling to leave us alone there and trying his best not to look at my body. And Tracey looking as if butter would met, and smiling happily at both of us. And it was Tracey who eventually gave in, which surprised me at the time but I should have known by now that every thing she did was with a purpose. "I'll send you that stuff on the comp that I promised, Chris," she said as she left. "I think you'll find it every interesting." Dad's mails, of course. And the details of the site she visited. The thought of her telling me that, with him standing there all oblivious, brought my cock to full attention. "What stuff's that?" Dad asked, appearing to be still reluctant to leave. "Some information for a school project," I lied. "Can I ask you something, Dad?" He shrugged. "Sure, he said. "Go ahead." "I don't want to embarrass you or anything, Dad," I started. Like hell I did, I was loving doing that very thing. "But does my penis look alright to you? A reasonable size, and all that?" He glanced down at it, and blushed red. "Looks fine to me, Chris," he said. I nodded, as if considering his answer. "You know how it is, Dad," I said. "You probably worried about whether you cock was big enough when you were my age. Everybody worries about their cock, don't they? Unless they've got some whopper of a one. I've seen other boys' cocks in the changing rooms, of course, but they weren't erect, so it's hard to tell." I put my hand around me, just resting it there as if holding the topic of the conversation for consideration. It did the job of bringing his gaze back to it, and this time it lingered. "But you think it's alright, as cocks go that is?" All my life with my parents it had been penis and virgina when forced by circumstances to mention them, and the use of "cock" had been a flown kite for me. Just to see his reaction. And reaction there had been. Each time I said the word he had given a little twitch. "Stop worrying, son," he said, licking his lips. "It's a fine.cock. A perfectly decent size. You have nothing to be concerned about." "Thanks, Dad. That has reassured me." "Any time, Chris. Now you'd better come down and see Kenny. But put some clothes on first, of course. Your sister may think it's nothing, but your mother would have different ideas." "Sure, Dad. It doesn't bother you then?" He shrugged again. "All boys together, eh?" he said with an attempt at a laugh. "That's right, Dad," I agreed. "And don't worry ever about being naked in front of me. I wouldn't be the least bit offended." "Yes.well.that's another..you'd better be quick or your mother will blame me." I watched him go, managing not to smile, and then got dressed in fresh clothes. Sean got home just as I arrived downstairs, which put off one little I was trying to make. With Sean up there, I couldn't take Kenny up to our room. And that put off till another day how much, if anything, I was going to tell my best mate about all of this. I did want to tell him at least some of it, to share it, but I was very nervous about doing it. Probably too nervous, so I decided to give myself no choice about doing something about ti. We went out into the garden, the early Summer evening warm and the breeze gentle, and sat down around the garden table. He asked me if I would be in school tomorrow, and I told him I wouldn't but would make it for the last day. Then I asked him if he could come round during his lunch break tomorrow, as I had something to show him. He gave me an exaggerated leer. "I've seen everything you've got to show me," he said, laughing. "Trust me," I told him. "You'll not be sorry." He tried to get more out of me, but I was not to be moved so we shifted to talk of what had happened that day at school in my absence. Tracey came out to join us for a while. Kenny didn't give her much attention, which was as usual. I'd asked him once whether he fancied her, and his answer was along the "wouldn't kick her out of bed" lines. My Mum, though, he really had the hots for, and that was starting a little idea in my head. He was going to get some treat tomorrow. When he went inside to use the bathroom, Tracey leaned closer to me. "How did it go with Dad after I left your room?" she whispered. I told her quickly all of what had happened, and she laughed delightedly. "You are getting so wicked, Chris," she said, accompanying the words with a little rub of my cock through my jeans. "I'm really proud of you. Have you told Kenny about any of this yet?" I shook my head. "Maybe tomorrow lunchtime," I told her. "Some of it anyway. I was thinking of showing him some of the stuff on Mum. You know how much he fancies her." "That would be fantastic. Make sure you record his reaction on the cam in your room. I want to see." "Alright." She grinned. "I can't wait," she said. "And if you can arrange a little boy-on-boy action as well, I'll really be grateful. Really, really grateful." Kenny came back then, and soon after he headed home. I spent what was left of the evening watching television with Mum and Dad, Sean being up in our room watching his own. They both seemed very quiet, even quieter than they usually did, but I didn't think that much of it. Around ten Sean acme down to say that he was going to the pub for an hour, and I took the opportunity to get up to the room and switch on the computer. There was a big file there from Tracey, and I opened it to quickly skim through its contents. There were dozens of mails that Dad had sent out and received, with a note from Tracey to say that these were the best ones she had selected. Then a list of sites, all of them seeming to be concerned with domination and humiliation and one for a club in our nearest city. Finally, there were a collection of stills that Tracey had taken from the various recordings I had made. Some of those, I thought, were going to come in useful tomorrow with Kenny. I went back to the mails, and saw that one exchange was dated that evening, for when I was outside with Kenny. I opened up the outgoing one. The recipient was an address that gave nothing away about who it might be, and neither did the content. I could se why Tracey had never guessed that it was Uncle Harry. It started by addressing the person as Master, and then went on to describe with a fair amount of accuracy both incidents in my bedroom. Making himself hard and then coming in to see me with his bulge obvious, and saying how it had turned him on despite how nervous he was feeling. And then on to him walking in on Tracey and me, and what I had done and said after Tracey had left. The reply was short. "Good work, slut, but this is just early days. Before I'm finished he's going to see exactly what a cock-sucking sissy slut he has for a father. It's obvious he wants to fuck you, you whore. Write back describing his cock and body in detail, and what you wanted him to do to you with that big dick. Did you wank afterwards remembering it, you sick cunt?" I switched over to the downstairs cam. Mum and Dad were still sitting there watching TV, neither of them seeming to taking much of an interest in what they were viewing. I was about to switch off when Mum spoke. "Do you think Chris has been acting a bit funny lately?" she asked Dad. That startled Dad. "What makes you say that?" he asked. "Tracey asked him to massage her feet today, and he did." Dad was silent a moment, thinking. "Perhaps they're getting along at last," he said. "She was in his room when I went up." Another pause. "He was changing." "Changing?" "Changing his clothes. He was naked." "Completely?" she asked, her eyebrows rising. He nodded. "I told them you'd not be pleased," he said. "I do wish you wouldn't put words into my mouth, Dave," she said severely. "You're always painting me as the strict one, the killjoy. I think you do it deliberately, so they'll like you better." "Don't be daft," he responded. "I just thought it would be the sort of thing of which you'd disapprove. You do disapprove, don't you?" She shrugged. "I'm sure it was all perfectly innocent," she said. "He had no clothes on at all?" "Stark naked," he responded. "And what was Tracey doing?" "Standing there just talking to him. She's helping him with some stuff off the net for a school project." "A school project? Two days before the end of the school year?" It was his turn to shrug. "That's what he said," he told her. They both returned to their vague watching of the TV screen, and after a while I turned off the cam. Then the computer. It had been another eventful day, and I was well and truly ready for bed.