Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:48:17 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - Part 3

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PART THREE

The instant Tracey waved at the cam, I did a whole lot of
things at once.  Automatically and instinctively. Cock
back in my jeans, flies zipped up, computer screen turned
off. And a dive for my bed, grabbing a book on the way. I
was the picture of innocence when Tracey came in, still
in her bathrobe.

"How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" I asked
her, looking up from my book.

She smirked at me. "You're a fine one to talk about
respecting privacy, big brother," she said as she padded
across to my computer on bare feet.

"Hey!" I shouted uselessly as she turned on the screen.

We both stared at the view of her bedroom that appeared.

"Enjoy the show?" she asked, turning to me. "Oh, and by
the way, you're reading that book upside down."

Like a fool, I turned it the other way up. Only to find
that now it was upside down. She laughed.

"Chris," she said. "You're pretty smart in some things,
but with computers you don't know shit. I've been
monitoring your computer through the wireless network for
over a year now. I've read every file, checked out every
dirty picture, watched you surfing, read your chats. You
haven't got any secrets from me anymore."

It took me a moment for the full horror of that to
percolate through my brain, as I slowly remembered just
what I had on my supposedly safe computer. I closed my
eyes in disbelief as I remembered my computer diary. I
put everything in there, and I do mean everything.

"Nice little job you did with the cams," she went on.
"Very neat. I figured out the where they were from the
camera angles, but even knowing I had a job spotting
them."

She came and sat on the side of the bed, lifting up on
leg so that the robe fell open to above mid-thigh. It was
the sort of thing she did, and I'd always just assumed it
was  innocent unawareness. The idea was beginning to form
in my mind that that my little sister was anything but
unaware.

I didn't want to think about my dairy. Not ever again.
And if she didn't mention it, I sure wasn't going to.
"You saw the stuff from the cams?" I asked.

She smiled. "Mum and Dad having their boring little
fuck?" she said. "Sure I did. And Mum in the toilet. You
liked that, didn't you? I could tell by the way you
worked the zoom. Pretty keen on Dad's cock from what I
saw, too. And as for our dear brother Sean with my
clothes, I watched that along with you. The bastard is
going to pay for that somehow. I've been wondering why my
knickers have been getting loose. And now I know."

"Are you going to tell Mum and Dad?" I asked her, sure
that she would.

But she shook her head. "I want in on this, Chris," she
said. "I want in, or you're going to be in it up to your
neck when I do tell them."

She was sitting a few inches from my left hip. Casually,
she reached over a hand and laid it on the top of my
jeans. I could feel myself getting hard again, after the
sudden subsidence caused by that wave.

"Only fair I take a peek, Chris," she said, easing down
my zip. "After all, you;ve seen mine."

She reached inside my open fly, pushed down my pants and
grabbed hold of my thickening cock. Her hand felt cool
and nice there, and my cock immediately completed its
hardening process.

"Is that me causing that?" she asked with a giggle.

I could only nod as she pulled it out. I looked down and
saw her slim fingers wrapped around my cock sticking out
of my jeans. She studied it with interest.

"Do we have a deal, Chris?" she asked.

I nodded again, but she gave me a look that told me she
wanted it verbal.

"We have a deal," I agreed, laying my hand on her thigh.

"Oh no," she said, gripping it by the wrist with her free
hand and moving it away. "You can look, but you can't
touch. Not yet, anyway. Who can tell what might happen in
the future?"

The hand holding my cock was moving slightly up and down,
causing all sorts of very pleasant sensations to rush
through my body.  "You do have a nice dick, Chris," she
said thoughtfully. "And it's big too. Not as big as Dad's
though, I reckon."

I gave her a look, and she shook her head in amusement.
"I saw it on your cam, silly," she said. She looked into
my face. "You do like to watch, don't you, Chris?" she
asked.

"I do," I admitted.

She let go of my cock and stood up. Taking a step back,
she undid the belt of her robe and let it fall open. I
ran my eyes up and down her body. It was far better in
the flesh than it could ever be on screen.

"Wank for me, Chris," she said. "Show me how you cum."

She moved one hand down to her stroke cunt, and watching
her I needed no second telling. I took a grip on my cock
and began to jerk away at it. One part of my mind wanted
not to cum just yet, to prolong this moment, but it was
all too much and soon I could feel it beginning to rise.

"Don't cum yet," she said suddenly. "Hold it."

I paused, but still spunk started leaking from my
throbbing cock. She crossed to Sean's bed and pulled back
the covers.

"On his pillow," she said. "I want that panty-stretcher
sleeping with his face in your dried cum tonight."

I hesitated, but she beckoned me urgently and I swung my
legs off my bed and crossed to his. My cock was leaking
copiously by now, leaving a trail across the floor. I
positioned myself at the head of his bed, cock pointing
at his pillow. Tracey was by my side, close enough for me
to smell her. I felt her hand on my arse.

"Do it, Chris," she urged. "Cum for me."

Two strokes and it was spurting. Across his pillow, over
his sheet and even up the wall. Tracey gave a little sigh
of satisfaction. She gave my still hard cock a little
stroke with one finger, and then refastened her robe.

"This is just the start, Chris," she said, walking over
to the door. "We're going to have all sorts of fun with
this. But I'm not having you watch me any time you feel
like it. I decide when. I'm blocking off the cam in my
room, and I'll be putting something over the bathroom one
when I'm in there. You undersatand?"

I stood there with my cock sticking out of my jeans, and
all I could do was nod dumbly.

"Good," she said. "I'll let you watch when I want you to
watch." She gave me a wicked little smile. "Maybe when I
next have some friends over for a pyjama party, eh? Or
maybe not."

She left, and I once more launched into action. This time
with a handful of tissues, trying to clean up all the cum
I could from Sean's bed. No way could I get it all before
it soaked in, but at least I figured I would get rid of
enough for him to think it was nothing more than his own
sleep drool. That done I went back to check the computer.
The cam in Tracey's room was showing just blackness.
Later I found she'd blu-tacked a poster over it. And the
bathroom one, from where I could hear her showering now,
was blocked by a towel which she'd bunched up in front of
it.  I searched for the recording I had made of her
getting undressed earlier, and wasn't too surprised to
find it gone. She really did know a .lot about computers.

So I switched off and settled down to read the book I'd
been pretending to read earlier. I gave up after reading
the same sentence three times, and still having no idea
of what it had said. There was far too much on my mind to
concentrate on a book.

A couple of hours later Dad got home from work. I tuned
into the living room and listened to him and Mum chatting
about his day. He said that Sean was doing a special job
with Uncle Harry and wouldn't be home till later, and
then said he was going upstairs to change. I switched to
their bedroom, and watched as he got out of his dirty
overalls. Dressed only in his briefs, he left the bedroom
and I flicked to the bathroom just in time to see him
enter. He locked the door and then  stood over the toilet
and pulled down the front of his briefs. His biog cock
plopped out and he held it lightly as he started to piss.

A message board suddenly appeared in the corner of my
screen.

"What are you thinking about?" it asked.

Something else it seemed Tracey could do with my
computer. She must be watching this along with me, a
thought I found kind of exciting. Without thinking about
it, I typed what was actually in my head.

"I'd like to be holding his cock as he pisses."

"Perv," she typed, but followed it with a big smiley
face.

"Pots and kettles, " I typed back, smiling. "Not exactly
normal what you're doing, is it?"

Dad had finished pissing. He shook it dry, but didn't put
it away or flush. He took hold of it again, more firmly
this time, and I knew exactly what he was planning to do.
I took out my own and began to stroke.

"He's going to jerk off," Tracey typed.

"Looks like it. You've seen me do it, and now you're
going to see Dad." I hesitated a moment, and then typed,"
Are you fingering yourself?"

There was a very long pause, and I thought she wasn't
going to answer. But then she typed a single word.

"Yes."

All of a sudden the cam zoomed in on his now hard cock,
and I knew that Tracey had control of them too. Dad
grabbed a wad of toilet paper with his free hand as he
stroked his cock. I watched him, stroking mine and
thinking of Tracey in her room with her legs open and her
fingers on her cunt as she watched too. I came before he
did, and settled back with my cock still in my hand to
watch him finish. He suddenly hunched over, and covered
the end of his cock with the toilet paper. His whole body
shuddered several times as he came into the paper, and
then he matter-of-factly dropped the paper down the pan
and used another wad to clean off his cock. Flushing, he
pulled up his pants and left the bathroom.

I typed "You still there?"

There was no answer, and still none by the time Mum
called us all down for dinner ten minutes later.