Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 14:23:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - part 5.

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PART FIVE

Dad was giving Uncle Harry an account of the sex with Mum
on Saturday night, but it didn't match anything I had
watched on the cam. If it had been as action-packed as
Dad was describing as he knelt naked on the bedroom floor
in front of Uncle Harry, then it really would have been
something worth watching.

I glanced briefly towards Tracey standing behind me.
"Alright," I said. "Spill it. What do you know?"

Something in my tone must have told her it wasn't time to
mess with me, because she didn't play any of her usual
games. "Dad's into being humiliated," she said simply.
"Used and abused, you might say."

I glanced quickly at her, to see if she was serious. "By
men?" I asked, seeing that she was.

She gave a shrug. "I think by both from the sites he
visits," she said. "And from his mails. But I figure men
are easier to come by."

"You read his mails?"

"Of course I do. Wouldn't you, if you had the chance?"
She smiled as she looked at me. "In fact, you do have the
chance. I'll send you copies of the good ones."

On the screen, Dad had finished his story and was just
kneeling there looking up at Uncle Harry. The latter was
gently stroking his cock, semi-erect now but not much
bigger than it had been soft. He raised a boot and ran
the toe down Dad's naked chest and stomach, ending at his
cock. He held it down with the sole, pushing it between
Dad's thighs.

"That's how I knew he had someone regular," Tracey was
saying. "He visits clubs sometimes, but the mails showed
he also meets up with someone on a regular basis. I just
never dreamed it was Uncle Harry."

"You think your dirty cock deserves to be up my sister's
sweet little cunt, bitch?" Uncle Harry was asking.

"No, sir," Dad answered humbly.

"No, it doesn't. You're a cock-sucking cum slut, bitch,
not a real man."

 "Yes, sir."

"What are you, bitch?"

"I'm a cock-sucking cum slut, sir."

Uncle Harry laughed. "My sister needs a real man to fuck
her, bitch," He leant forward, till he was looking in
Dad's face. "And I bet she's got one."

He sat back, and lifted his boot so that Dad's cock
sprung up again and slapped against his stomach. I could
almost see it throbbing, and mine, sticking out of my
jeans, was getting in the same state. I was sitting
watching my Dad, kneeling and naked, being humiliated and
abused by my uncle while they talked about my Mum being
fucked. And me with my cock out and my sister standing
just behind me. Who wouldn't find that a turn on?

"You like that thought, don't you, bitch?" Uncle Harry
said. "The thought of your wife being fucked by another
man. His cock in her cunt. Or in her arse or her mouth."

"Yes, sir," Dad said quietly.

"Yes, indeed. Or even better, more than one. A bunch of
them, stripping her naked and raping her holes with their
big cocks. While you watch helpless as they take what's
yours. You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch? The thought
excites you, doesn't it?"

I saw Dad swallow with difficulty. He nodded. "Yes, sir,"
he said. "It excites me."

"Then when they'd finished with her, they'd start on you.
Give you the same treatment while she watched you being
defiled and used."

Uncle Harry fell silent, watching Dad's face. His cock
was still only semi-erect, and he noticed Dad glancing at
it.

"Get me hard, bitch," he said. "You know how much you
like it hard. Tell me something that's going to do the
trick. What about the family? Tracey been accidentally-on-
purpose flashing her knickers again at you?"

I glanced up at Tracey, and she gave me a cheeky smile.

"Just a bit of fun to see how he'd react," she said.

"No, sir," Dad was saying. "Not since the last time I
told you about. There was something, though."

"Go on, bitch."

"It was Chris, at our picnic on Sunday."

I could feel myself reddening already, not helped by the
sound of Tracey's laugh behind me.

"What about him?"  Uncle Harry asked, still gently
stroking his cock.

"I kept catching him looking at my crotch."

"Did you now? And did his interest make you hard?"

Dad looked down. "Yes, sir," he said, barely audibly.
"And he was hard too."

Uncle Harry looked suddenly interested. "You saw this?"
he asked.

"No, sir. Tracey said about it. Jane got really annoyed
with her for mentioning it."

Uncle Harry smiled. "Interesting," he said. "On all sorts
of different levels."

He stood up. His cock was now fully hard, jutting out
from his trousers and pointing straight at Dad's
expectant face.

"I have a task for you, bitch," he said.

"Yes, sir?" Dad responded, unable to take his eyes from
the tip of the cock inches from his face.

"From now until next week, I want you to ensure you have
an erection whenever you are alone around Chris. Play
with yourself, and then make an excuse to talk to him. I
want an unmistakeable bulge there every opportunity you
can make. Understand, bitch?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. So now you can have your reward."

Hr took a hold of Dad's hair and pulled his face onto his
crotch. Dad's mouth opened instinctively and Uncle
Harry's big hard cock slipped easily inside. Then,
holding Dad's head steady with his grip on his hair, he
began to thrust in and out. Tracey leant over me,
watching, and I felt cool fingers wrapping themselves
around my cock.

"Bet you wish it was you fucking Dad's face," she
whispered in my ear.

That pushed me right over the edge. My cum splattered
across my jeans and her fingers, as on the screen Uncle
Harry came in Dad's mouth. Tracey let go of my cock and
straightened. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked
the cum from one finger, which caused me to find one last
spurt that landed on the carpet at my feet. Then she held
her hand out to my face. I hesitated a moment, but then
poked out my tongue and licked my cum from her other
finger. She smiled at me, a fond sort of smile.

"You're going to have to figure out how you're going to
react to Dad's boners, "she said. "So he can report it
all to Uncle Harry."

On the screen, Uncle Harry had extracted his glistening
cock from Dad's mouth.

"Get me a pair of Jane's clean knickers," he said.

Dad quickly got up from his knees to comply. From her
underwear drawer, he brought a pair of blue lacy panties
and handed them over. Uncle Harry used the inside of them
to clean the last of his cum and Dad's saliva from his
slowly subsiding cock and handed them back.

"Put them back," he said. "And let me know when she's
next wearing them."

Dad did as he was told, as Uncle Harry put his cock away
and zipped himself up. Then a subtle change seemed to
cover over them both. Without a word being spoken between
them, it was obvious that they had returned to their
normal public relations with each other.

"I'll wait for you downstairs," Uncle Harry said.

"I'll not be a minute," Dad answered. "Another beer
before we go?"

"No, better not. We need to finish that Staddling Road
job before it gets dark."

Uncle Harry left the bedroom, and Dad started putting on
his clothes. I switched off the screen and turned to
Tracey.

"Once they're gone," I said. "I want to hear it all.
Everything you know."

She smiled and half nodded. "Did you record all that"

"Every second," I confirmed.

"Good. Let's watch it again, and then I'll tell you all
about it."