Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:04:18 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - Part Two

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FAMILY SECRETS - PART TWO

Mum had decided that on the Sunday we were to go off on a
family picnic, the sort of idea she came up with now and
again when she worried that the family were all off doing
their own things too much. Sean being sensible enough not
to arrive back in time, it was a slightly depleted family
that set off in the car to Canning Woods with all the
makings in the boot.

I didn't get the chance to use the cams in the morning,
having overslept. By the time Mum came to wake me with a
few sarcastic comments about my tardiness, the other
three were all up, showered, dressed and breakfasted. I
found myself blushing when Mum stood at the bedroom door
talking to me, especially with my morning erection doing
its best to poke its way through the duvet. I was going
to have to get over that if I was going to enjoy this
situation to its utmost. So what if I had seen her on
screen last night naked, fucking and pissing - surely I
wouldn't blush now every time she spoke to me.

I dressed hurriedly, and then started up the computer. I
set the cam control to mine and Sean's room, and the
recording time for three hours. Any more and I might have
serious memory problems. I did it with no great
expectation of anything interesting, but I was curious
about how Sean behaved when he was on his own. About how
anybody behaved when they thought they were unobserved,
for that matter. As it turned out, I got a lot more than
I bargained for.

By Canning Woods we found a good spot on the hill
overlooking the town and settled ourselves down on the
grass to eat. It was a warm early Summer's day, and we
were all dressed to take advantage of it. Dad was in t-
shirt and shorts, as was I, and he soon stripped off the
t-shirt to help along his tan. Mum was in shorts, too,
and a halter top that showed off her flat stomach nicely.
Tracey was in her regulation goth black, but the skirt
was short to show off her long legs and the top tight
against her budding bra-less breasts.

I was sitting opposite Mum and Dad, Tracey on my right
and sitting at an angle to me. Looking at the two of them
sitting there, eating their sandwiches and chatting away
about this and that, I couldn't stop myself imagining
them naked. Mum's pert breasts and hairy cunt, Dad's
heavy cock. My eyes kept being drawn to his crotch in the
tight shorts, and I was unable to stop them from doing
it. A couple fo times he caught me doing it. He looked
mildly puzzled, but didn't say anything.

Suddenly Tracey prodded my knee with her naked foot.
"Mum," she said, in aloud voice. "Is it healthy for Chris
to get a stiffy from eating cucumber sandwiches?"

I brought my knees up as if they were spring-loaded.  Dad
looked embarrassed, Tracey looked innocent - and Mum
looked furious. And, strangely, Dad also brought his
knees up.

"Tracey!" Mum said "You will not speak like that. Ever!"

"Just a young girl's curiosity, Mum," Tracey answered her
sweetly.

Mum cast me a look that was even colder than the one
she'd been giving Tracey. "There are some things that are
not suitable subjects for curiosity, Tracey," she told my
sister briskly. "And now we'll hear no more on the
subject."

The rest of the picnic was not a runaway success. We ate
the remainder of our sandwiches in awkward silence, and
Mum soon said to Dad that it was time to be heading home.
When they were over by the car and Tracey and I folding
the blanket we had been sitting on, I fixed my sister
with a hard glare.

"Cow!"

She smiled at me, that knowing smile of her that
infuriates everybody else in the family. "But you did
have a stiffy, Chris," she said innocently. "A big hard
one." She looked own at my groin. "Gone now, though.  I
wonder what dirty thoughts you were thinking to get that
hard."

"Shove it, you little witch."

She laughed. " I bet that's what you were wanting to do,"
she said. "But where? That's the question."

Mum came back then, and I was left with my uneasiness
over Tracey's words. She couldn't know anything, but you
never could tell with her. In our family, the brains had
been shared out on a last come first served basis. My
brother Sean was as dumb as was possible while still
being able to do up your own shoelaces. I was no dimwit,
but neither was I anywhere near on a par with my sister.
Knowing her was to really understand that phrase about
being too clever by half.

Back home, Sean was pottering about in the bedroom. He
took ages to leave to go out for the evening, btu as soon
as he did I was on the computer. I checked the living
room first and it was empty, but I could hear the sounds
of washing up and muffled conversation from the kitchen.
Tracey was in her room and on her own computer, looking
to be reading something rather than doing anything
active. So I accessed the recording of this morning and
settled back to run through the long sequence of an empty
room.

Sean appeared about a half an hour before the recording
was due to end. I watched him come into the room, and sit
on the bed for a smoke while he did nothing but stare
gormlessly at the opposite wall. Then he got up and left.
When he came back he was carrying what looked like
clothing. It wasn't until he laid it all out on the bed
that I realised what it was. There was Tracey's school
inform blouse and skirt, and a matching set of yellow bra
and panties. I couldn't say for sure, but my guess was
that the underwear must have been Tracey's too.

I sat there watching, and I was finding it very hard to
believe my eyes. Sean? A panty-nicker? Big tough Sean?
Well, alright, he sometimes had me suck his cock. But
that was just convenience. A handy warm wet hole to use
when he was having trouble climaxing. It didn't make him
gay. But what I saw next was even m ore of an eye-opener.
Not just a panty-nicker, but a panty-sniffer and panty-
licker too. He held the yellow panties up to his face and
buried his nose in the crotch, then held them away and
stuck out his tongue to lick at the flimsy fabric.

I could see that his cock was hard in his jeans, and mine
was getting that way too. What I was seeing was pretty
sick, but it was hot too. Then I watched him strip
himself naked and pick up the panties again. He was just
on the process of putting them on when the recording came
to its end.

Before I cut out the dead air in the recording and saved
the meat of it, I did another tour. Mum and Dad were in
the living room now, watching television. And Tracey was
still at her computer, but not looking too happy for some
reason.

Sean came home just as I was finishing the editing of the
tape, and I quickly closed everything down. He stayed in
the room the rest of the night until it was time for bed,
so my desire to make further use of the cams was
frustrated. I had to amuse myself with imagining how Sean
must have looked when he put on the rest of the clothes,
the bra and Tracey's school uniform. A right plonker,
that's for sure.

Next morning I was late getting up as usual, and had to
rush to get ready for school. Sean and Dad had already
left for work. They both worked for Uncle Harry, Mum's
eldest brother, in his construction firm. I suppose if I
fail to get into university, then that's where I'll end
up too. Tracey was just leaving as I got downstairs, and
Mum shoved a plate of buttered toast at me with a comment
about getting something hot inside me for the day. She
worked a coupe of days a week in a charity shop, and this
wasn't one of her days. I grabbed two slices of the toast
and ate them on the run.

School was pretty much a waste of a day. It was only
three days to the long summer holiday, and not much real
work was getting down. The teachers were even more ready
for the long break than we were. My mate Kenny invited me
round to his place after school, but I said I had to get
home. I had particular reason why I wanted to get home on
time, but I didn't tell him that.  Eventually I was bound
to tell him about the cams, and maybe even show him a
selected few of the recordings, but for now I wanted to
keep it as just my secret.

I raced home, and got there before Tracey. A quick hello
to Mum, and then I was up in my bedroom turning on the
computer. Tracey had an invariable routine when she got
home from school. She would go straight to her room and
strip off her uniform, and then put on a bathrobe and go
for a shower. That's why I wanted to be home early.

I heard her come in downstairs and her footsteps on the
stairs. A moment later, as I set the recorder going, she
appeared on the screen coming through the door of her
room. She surprised me by turning on her computer before
she did anything else, and tapping in some rapid
commands. And the whole time she was getting undressed,
she kept casting glances towards the screen. She took off
her blazer first, throwing it on to the bed. Her tie
quickly followed. Slowly she began to unbutton her
blouse, and I took out my hardening cock and began to
stroke it. The buttons all finally undone, she pulled off
the blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really
need one, and only when she was going out with her
fr4iedns for the evening did she bother. Her budding
breasts were very small, smaller even than Mum's and
certainly a lot firmer, and tipped with perfect little
nipples. She stood there for a minute examining something
on her blouse, and I took the opportunity of a quick
zoom. I don't think I've ever seen such perfect tits. I
had this really strong picture in mind of covering them
with my hands, and then leaning down to lick those
beautiful nipples.

Satisfied at last with whatever she was looking at on her
blouse, she dropped it on to the bed and undid her skirt
and stepped out of it. Underneath it she was wearing a
red thong. She reached back to pull it out of her arse
crack, giving me a great view of her pert buttocks, and
then crossed to the computer to sit down at it. She
stared at the screen for a few minutes, and then briskly
got up and pulled off the thong. I had just a few seconds
to see her cunt, completely hairless so I guessed she
shaved as by her age she should have had at least some
hair there, before she picked up her robe and wrapped it
around herself.

Then she turned and waved at the camera.