Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 16:26:08 +0000 (GMT) From: slut Subject: Family Secrets - Part Four Dinner that night was sort of subdued, what conversation there was desultory and quickly trailing off. Both Mum and Dad seemed a bit lost in their own thoughts, and sitting opposite Tracey who was giving me sly looks every few seconds meant that nothing that came in to my head could I possibly have said out loud. She, too, didn't have much to say, which was very unlike her. Usually it was a job to shut her up. Halfway through the meal, I suddenly felt the sole of her foot on my crotch. I looked up at her, and she gave me a sweet smile. "How's Kenny these days, Chris?" she asked. "You two still thick as thieves?" That, I figured, was a hint that she had read my on-line diary. Kenny was my best mate, and we'd done a little messing around sometimes. Just curiosity, you understand. "He's fine," I answered, not finding it easy to talk as her foot pushed and rubbed at my hardening cock through my jeans. Somehow she contrived to drop her knife on the floor, and to I have to admit she did it very convincingly. Her foot disappeared from my crotch, leaving an aching erection there. "Sod it," she said, reaching down to pick up the knife. "Chris, can you get me a fresh one from the drawer?" "What did your last slave die of?" I responded, no way wanting to get up until things had subsided down there. "Hard work? Get it yourself" "Tracey, watch your language," Mum said, a little belatedly. "Chris, you get it for her. It's only just behind you. If Tracey has to get up and get it, we'll all have to shift." I flashed Tracey a nasty look, but she had me well and truly snookered. I got out fo my chair facing Dad, figuring that was the least of the two evils, and he glanced down and then did a double take. I could feel myself blushing as I got a knife from the drawer and passed it with understandably poor grace across to Tracey. She thanked me very politely, and as soon as I sat down again her foot returned to its former position. This time, though, I wasn't having it. I crossed my legs, forcing her foot away from me. After dinner, Mum volunteered me to fill the dishwasher. Tracey came into the kitchen while I was doing it and leant against the sink as I bent to the job in hand. "That was a skanky thing to do," I told her. She laughed. "You were enjoying it," she said. "Up to a point. I could tell." She gave a giggle. "That's one thing a boy can never pretend." "You'd know," I shot back nastily. "Maybe," she said, unoffended. "Maybe not. Did I embarrass you, big brother? Perhaps I can make it up to you." Without any warning, she lifted her skirt at the front to show that she was wearing no panties. A brief glimpse of her tight little cunt, on a level with my eyes, and then she dropped the skirt back down again. "Am I forgiven now?" she asked sweetly. I gave a grunt as I stood up that she took for a yes, and she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. "Did you see the way Dad was ogling your erection?" she asked quietly, her lips close to my ear. "He could hardly miss it, could he?" I said. "After what you'd done. I'm surprised he hasn't given me an ear bashing about it." She gave me a pitying look "You are so na‹ve, Chris," she said. "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Your comp isn't the only one I've hacked into," she said smugly. "Let's just say that Dad has some interests that might surprise you." With that little teaser, she left the kitchen. Sean came home soon after that, and settled himself in our room for the evening. So I went out and met up with some mates down the club to play a few games of darts while we shared round the small bottle of scotch we had sneaked in. I got home to find Mum and Dad watching TV and Tracey in her room. Up in the room I shared with my brother, I found him asleep. I stood looking at him in the light form the hall, his face resting on my dried-up cum, and had to smile. Tracey sure knew how to get back at someone when she wanted. I stripped quickly and slipped into my own bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Next morning, Dad and Sean had left for work before I was up and about. It was one of the three days a week that Mum worked as well, so she was in her usual rush to get off. Over breakfast I feigned stomach trouble, and as I'd expected she took the easiest route of telling me to stay home for the day. She and Tracey left together, my sister giving me a very suspicious look as she went out of the door. As soon as they were gone I headed upstairs and booted up my own computer. I wanted to check exactly what Tracey could have got off my computer, and particularly exactly how much I had put in that online diary of mine. When I read that, it was even worse than I remembered. She could hold that stuff over me for years and years. I'd been a right idiot, trusting my thoughts to a bloody machine. I saved the diary on to a disc along with some other stuff, and then went through the computer memory with a fine tooth comb clearing out everything that might cause me future embarrassment. I know it was a touch of stable doors and long-gone horses, but ti still made me feel better. I was just finishing when the door opened and Tracey walked in. She was in her school uniform, blouse and skirt, and was looking like the cat that got the cream. "Cleaning out your hard drive?" she asked as she came further into the room. I gave a look of surprise and she giggled. "Don't worry, Chrism," she said. "I haven't got a 24/7 watch on your comp. I just know you." "I didn't hear you come in," I said. "Why aren't you at school." "Bunking off," she said. "Like you." She crossed to my bed and kicked off her shoes. Sitting on the bed, she swung her legs up onto it and lay back against the headboard facing me. She brought up her knees and slightly parted her bare legs. I could see that she was wearing a thong under her skirt, and her cunt lips protruded either side of it. I could feel myself already growing hard. "Why don't you take it out and stroke it for me," she suggested, smiling. I pulled down my zip and pulled out my hard cock, beginning to stroke it slowly as I stared at the gap between her thighs. She opened her legs wider, as if as a reward. "I read all your secrets, Chris," she said softly as she watched me. "Your wank fantasies. Your little games with Kenny. What happened with the girls you've been with. What Sean makes you do when he's feeling horny. All your desires and needs. Everything. And your little cleaning marathon will do you no good at all. I took copies of everything." She reached down and ran a finger along the crotch of her thong, pushing it so that it almost disappeared inside her. Her words and the sight of her were causing me to be close to cumming when suddenly we both jumped at the front door being slammed shut. I let go of my cock and switched on the downstairs cam in time to see Dad and Uncle Harry, Mum's borther, come into the front room. They were both in their working clothes, overalls and boots. I said before that both Dad and Sean worked for Uncle Harry's construction firm, and I supposed they had been in the area for a job and had dropped back home for some lunch. As Tracey said, I'm na‹ve. Tracey got off my bed and came to stand beside me to watch. Her nearness did nothing to soften my cock, still sticking out of my jeans. "You reckon Uncle Harry will have to go to the loo and we'll get a look at his cock?" she asked me. I shrugged, while shushing her. "Want a beer?" Dad asked him. "Sure," Uncle Harry said, and dropped onto the sofa. Dad went into the kitchen and we watched as Uncle Harry loosened his overalls. Then he did something that I could tell even surprised Tracey. He opened his flies and pulled out his cock and just let if hang there. It was limp, but still long and heavy-looking. Dad came back with two opened bottles of beer. He looked down at Uncle Harry's crotch, but there was not a flicker of surprise on his face. "What the hell is going on?" I asked. "I think I know," Tracey said, her smugness restored. "I was just surprised at Uncle Harry." "So?" "Wait and see," she said infuriatingly. "I'll fill you in later." Dad handed over both the bottles of beer. Uncle Harry swigged down half of one of them in one extended gulp. Then he put the top of the bottle down to his cock and held it steady as he let out a short stream of piss that filled it once more. Wordlessly he handed it to Dad, before starting on the second bottle. Dad lifted it to his lips, and began to drink form the beer and piss concoction. "Tracey," I said, half not believing my eyes. "Dad is drinking Uncle Harry's piss." "So he is," she said, peering at the screen. "I knew he was into that, but it's something else seeing him do it." "Finish it upstairs," Uncle Harry said authoritatively. "While you're getting yourself ready." Dad left the room, but I kept the cam on Uncle Harry for the moment. He got up from the sofa, drinking from the beer bottle and still with his cock dangling from his trousers, and wandered around the room looking at this and that. When he had finished his beer, he put the empty bottle down on the side table and headed for the stairs. I switched to the main bedroom cam, and there was Dad stark naked and standing in the middle of the room just finishing his own strange cocktail. His cock was hard and pointing up at the ceiling. He saw the door opening and immediately got down on his knees. Uncle Harry came in and stood over him. He too a hold of his limp cock and slapped it across Dad's cheek, then the other. "Dad is gay?" I asked Tracey. "And Uncle Harry?" "Bisexual," she told me condescendingly. "Dad anyway. You should know about that. What with you and Kenny." I let that pass, but it was something we were going to have out. No way was I gay or bisexual or anything like it. I'd just experimented a little. Uncle Harry had taken the chair from over by the wall and placed it in front of Dad. He sat in it, and looked down at his brother-in-law. He lifted his boot and gave Dad's cock a nudge with the edge of it. "Alright, my little bitch," he said. "Time to entertain me. Did you fuck my sister as usual on Saturday night?"