Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 16:26:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
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?"