Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:44:58 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 12

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PART TWELVE

I went to Tracey's room, and was immediately glad that I
did.  She was sitting typing at her computer stark naked,
with her clothes scattered around her on the floor. I had
only caught a glimpse of her on the cam before she had shown
that she knew about it, but now I could stand there and take
it all in at my leisure. The small budding breasts with
their delicate pink tips, the flat stomach, the slim thighs.
She looked over at me and smiled.

"What are you typing?" I asked.

"A description of what I've just watched," she said. "In the
main chat room."

I crossed over to her and stood behind her looking at the
screen. She was doing just that, in vivid detail how she had
just watched degrademe48 being face-fucked by his own son,
and the rest of the chatters were loving it and adding in
their own largely obscene comments. The cam feed to Dad's
study was in the corner of the screen.  It showed him just
sitting there watching the words come up on his own screen,
but if you looked closely you could see that as he read he
was rubbing his crotch through his trousers.

She finished typing and stood up, turning to face me.

"You were brilliant in there," she said.

I gave a modest shrug, which turned into a shudder ash she
rubbed her hand across the front of my jeans. Then with her
other hand she took one of mine and placed it between her
legs. I slipped a finger inside her cunt, feeling the
tightness and the moist warmth of it. She left it there a
moment, looking up into my face, and then took my hand away
again and raised it to her face. She closed her lips over
the finger that had been inside her, and sucked it dry of
her juices. Then she turned away quickly and picked up her
robe and wrapped it around herself.

"Go tell Dad to come in here," she said.

I noted the "tell". Going back to Dad's study, I found him
still staring at the screen and with his hand still in his
lap.

"Tracey wants you in her room," I said.

He just nodded, and got up to follow me. I noticed the
erection in  his trousers before turning and leading him
back into  Tracey's bedroom. She was back at the computer,
her robe wrapped tightly about her, and on the screen was
playing a recording of the scene in his study. She looked
from it to him, and then got up to face him.

"We recorded it, Dad," she said as he stood before her
looking wary. "As we've recorded a few other things. But
just for our own pleasure, Chris's and mine. We don't intend
to show it to Mum or anybody else. We will not hold it over
you as some sort of way of getting you to do what we want,
and if you wish it this will never be mentioned again."

I looked at her a little startled, but she ignored me. Never
mind the sex, I was thinking, the least we could get out of
this was an increase in allowance. Dad was looking confused,
but he wisely said nothing.

She stepped closer to him and her robe slipped open a
little. Not enough to really show anything, but giving
tantalising glimpses of nearly showing something. Give my
sister her due, she knew how to manipulate men.

"Any control we have over you from now on will be because
you want us to take that control," Tracey went on. "You want
to explore the depraved little world that we will open up
for you. If you don't want it, then everything will return
to normal. We will show you as much respect as we have
always done, even though we know you're a cock-sucking slut.
And you will treat us in the exactly the way you have always
treated us, even though you'll always know that when we feel
like it we can watch that recording of Chris stuffing his
cock in your mouth. Are we clear on all of that, Dad?"

He looked at her expressionlessly and nodded. He was getting
a rapid course in the real Tracey behind the mask, the one
I'd been getting to know the past few days. She smiled at
him, and reached forward and rubbed his hard cock through
his trousers just as she had with me a few moments before.
He closed his eyes. Moving his groin slowly to the motion of
her hand. I think I already knew what his answer was going
to be. Tracey had a way with men that was hard to resist.

She moved away from him and back to her computer. He watched
her go, breathing heavily.

"Time to make a choice, Dad," she said, without looking
round at him. "I'm going to close down this playback and
then log out of the chat room. By the time I've done that,
you'll either be gone or naked. One or the other. If you're
gone, that's the end of it."

I watched him as her fingers slid across the keys. He
hesitated a moment, but then he quickly pulled his pullover
over his head, kicked off his slippers and was lowering his
trousers when she turned back round. She sat there watching
him, looking impatient. He stepped out of his trousers, and
then almost defiantly pulled off his pants and stood there
with his cock jutting out. Tracey got off her chair and
walked slowly around him, inspecting him like a drill
sergeant on a parade ground. Ending up facing him again, she
briefly touched his cock with her fingertips.

"I see Mum has no reason to complain," she said with a
little laugh. "Very nice cock, Dad."

She kicked his discarded clothes over towards her bed and
went back to the computer. She checked the front room cam
which showed Mum still happily watching her soaps, and the
one in my bedroom with Sean still on the bed listening to
his music and looking gormless. Dad watched the screen as
she did, understanding dawning in his eyes.

"Go and wait in your study, Dad," she said. "Carry on
chatting in the room. One of us will bring you your clothes
later."

He went, as meekly as a lamb and with his cock wobbling
before him as he went out onto the landing and across to his
own room. Tracey switched back to the cam in his study just
in time to see him close the door behind him and fall into
the chair. Tracey let out a long breath.

"I wasn't sure how that was going to turn out," she said.
"But it was well worth the risk. It was so delicious
ordering him to strip, and then having him just do it."

"And what now?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm still working on that," she said airily.
"We need to push him one small step at a time."

She looked back at the screen. He had resumed typing, his
eyes following his own screen.

Tracey checked her watch. "The soaps are about to finish,"
she said. "Wait till Mum calls him down for tea, and then
give it a couple of minutes before you take him back his
clothes. Let him sweat a bit."

And that's what I did. He was almost pathetically relieved
when I brought him his clothes back, and I stood there
watching him dress rapidly. It was strange to think of him
in our power, a plaything for us to twist this way and that.
And Tracey had been right in what she had done, though I'd
thought it crazy at the time. Blackmail wouldn't have been
half so much fun.

The rest of the evening was quite a kick too. As Tracey had
deemed, we treated Dad exactly the same as we always did
while Mum and Sean were about. But there was always that
secret knowledge in the back of mind, and in his as well
which was even better. Sitting across from him at the table
and remembering what his face looked like with my cock in
his mouth. Seeing him standing over by the television, and
thinking of him standing in that exact same stance in
Tracey's bedroom but stark naked.

Then when he offered to do the washing up, Tracey and I
instantly offered to help with the drying. As soon as we
were in the kitchen, Tracey, without a word, pulled down his
fly zip and lifted out his cock. He did the entire job
pressed up against the sink, terrified that one of the
others would come in and see him. And then when we'd
finished, she tucked him back in again and did him up.

"Enjoying yourself, Dad?" she asked, idly rubbing his crotch
with the back of her hand.

He looked at her and nodded slowly. It was a nod that spoke
volumes, about him and his desires and the risks he was
willing to take.

"Wednesday tomorrow," she said to him.  "Our last day at
school. And tomorrow night is Mum's evening class, and then
her drink with the girls."

He was watching her, saying nothing but following every word
and catching every inflection and facial expression. He was
hooked, and I was getting to know that onbce Tracey had you
on her line you were never going to be free.

"And Sean will be visi9ting his girlfriend," she went on.
"We'll have the house to ourselves. So we can really put you
through your paces."

I could see he was hard within his trousers, and his breath
was coming in short gasps. I figured it was both her words
and her rubbing. She really was good. He would have all
night and all tomorrow at work to think about it. To get
excited and to get scared by the prospect. I didn't envy
him, but then it wasn't my thing. It obviously was his.