Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:29:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets - Part 6

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Part Six

I went to tuck my spent cock back in my jeans, but Tracey
said not to.

"Leave it out," she said. "I like to look at it like
that. All sort of floppy and friendly."

I laughed at that, but did as she asked. Downstairs, we
heard the front door close. I switched on the screen
again and Tracey sat down beside me, nudging me over so
that we each had one buttock on the chair and one off.

"Let's se it again," she said. "And let's have the volume
up louder this time."

I started it up and raised the volume. But as it began my
attention wasn't really on what was happening on the
screen. I was thinking about Tracey's long slim fingers
wrapped around my cock wanking it, and the way she had
licked my warm cum from them afterwards. And then offered
some to me. I could still feel the texture and taste of
her finger on my tongue. Mixed with the taste of my own
cum. It was not the first time I had tasted that, but
hardly in those circumstances before.

"You're getting big again," Tracey said. "This really
does turn you on, doesn't it?"

I looked down to see that my memories had brought my cock
to attention again, and it was pointing up at my chin. I
shrugged, not wanting to say what had really given me
another erection, and concentrated on the screen. It was
at the point where Uncle Harry was telling Dad to get
himself hard around me.

"So what will you do when he does?" Tracey asked.

"I'll just ignore it," I answered.

"Don't you dare!" she said. "Come on, Chris, don't spoil
this by going all po-faced on me. This is fun, and I want
to see where it goes. Just keep looking at it. That's all
you have to do. Will you do that? For me?"

How could I resist? I nodded, and she smiled and gave my
hard cock a little friendly pat.

"This is going to be great," she said. "Just you wait and
see."

On the screen, Uncle Harry was fucking Dad's mouth.

"You have a really nice looking cock, Chris." Tracey
said. "Some of them are just plain ugly. But yours is
nice, like Dad's."

"Thank you," I said, not really knowing what else I could
say.

"I'd love to see you fucking Dad with it," she went on.
"It's much nicer than Uncle Harry's."

I'd not thought my sister any sort of innocent, but
there's a difference between not-innocent and out and out
depraved and these last couple of days she's shown me how
far over that lone she's wandered. Not that I was
complaining, of course. A little bit of depravity suited
me just fine, as long as it didn't go too far. And right
then I didn't have any idea of just how far it was likely
to go. Nor that Tracey wasn't looking at what we were
doing in the same way as I was, not as I was then anyway.
Sure the idea of fucking my own Dad's mouth was a turn-
on, but just in fantasy. No way could I see it ever
happening in real life, and I thought Tracey was on the
same wavelength. And on those terms, I was happy to play
along.

"Using him as my bitch," I said.

"Yes," she said, breathing heavily. "Your cock-sucking
bitch."

She reached out and took a hold of my cock, rubbing it
between her fingers. I was getting the hang of this now.
I say something she likes, and she does something I like.
Suited me fine.

"I'll cum in his mouth and all over his face," I said.

"And bring round your mates so they can fuck him too."

"He'll be our fuck-toy."

"Your fuck-meat." She was licking her lips now, and her
rubbing of my cock was getting almost painful. "You can
all fuck him one after the other.  One fucking his arse
while another fucks his mouth."

"Spot roast him."

Suddenly she let go of me, and got up off the chair.

"But now I have to get back to school," she said matter-
of-factly. "My next teacher takes a register, the
bastard. But I'm going to be thinking of you fucking Dad
all through the lesson. I'll get so wet they'll have to
mop the seat after I get up. And just wait till I share
it with Trish. There'll be two wet seats."

I looked up at her in alarm. "You can't tell anybody
about this," I said.

"Not the cams, silly," she reassured me. "I'll tell her
it's something I made up. We're always making things up
for each other. She is really sick sometimes, I tell
you."

That was a thought to put aside for the moment, to be
returned to later at my leisure. Tracey's friend Trish
was a bit of alright.

"You'll have to tell me some of the things she comes up
with," I said hopefully.

"You're pretty sick yourself, big brother," she said with
a giggle. "You two would make a right pair."

She walked over to the bed to get her shoes, and I
couldn't help looking down at her feet as she walked
away. Tracey has really pretty feet, with pert little
toes, and they had always turned me on just a little bit.
She turned suddenly, and caught me looking.

"You like my feet, don't you," she said. "I've seen you
casting your furtive glances at them before."

I shrugged, a little embarrassed. "They're nice," I said.
"As feet go."

She picked up her shoes and came back to the desk. She
perched herself on the edge of it, and lifted one bare
foot to touch my softening cock with the sole. It
immediately sprang back into life again. She moved her
foot up and down a little and pushed her toes into the
head.

"I think it's a bit more than that, Chris, isn't it?  You
think they're sexy, don't you?"

What could I say? "I do," I said, the sensations of her
foot on my cock making my voice ragged. "They're very
sexy."

She smiled. "Thank you, Chris," she said. "Now I want us
always to be this honest about things with each other,
eh? Always? No matter what we might tell anybody else,
with sex we're always going to tell each other the
straight truth, right?"

"Always," I managed to gasp.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She gave my cock a last rub with her foot, gripping the
shaft with her toes, and then lowered her leg and put on
her shoes.

"You were going to tell me about Dad on the internet," I
said.

"So I was," she replied. "That'll have to wait till I get
home now. And I'll send you copies of the emails when I
do get back."

"What about Mum?" I called out as she reached the door.

"Nothing," she said, with a sad shake of her head before
leaving. "Real boring."

After she'd gone I felt a bit restless. I ran through all
the recordings again. Mum and Dad having sex, both of
them pissing, Dad wanking, Sean with Tracey's underwear.
And finishing with Uncle Harry using Dad again. When it
came to the point where Uncle Harry wiped his cock clean
with Mum's panties, I gave in to a little impulse of my
own. I went and got that same pair and brought them back
to my room. I sat watching lunchtime's recoding again
while I wanked, and after I'd cum I used the inside of
the panties to clean off the last of my cum just as Uncle
Harry had. Next time Mum put them on, she'd have my dried
cum as well as her brother's rubbing up against her cunt,
and it wouldn't just be Dad watching out for when she
next put them on.

I returned the panties to her drawer, pretty well all
sexed out for the moment, and settled down to watch some
daytime TV for an hour or two downstairs. Mum was the
first to arrive home from her part-time job in the
charity shop, and she came to check on if I was alright.
Then she sat with me for a while to watch the TV and tell
me about her day. I have to admit I got a bit of a hard-
on sitting next to her on the settee as she prattled on,
thinking about my cum on her panties and about the
recordings of her naked body on my comp much more than
what she was saying. I don't think she noticed, though.

Then it was Tracey's turn to get back home. She joined
us, sitting herself down in the armchair opposite. The
first thing she did was to take off her shoes and stretch
her legs out, arching her feet and spreading her toes.
Giving me a knowing look the whole time. Then she pulled
them back onto the chair and gave them a rub.

"Feet ache, darling?" Mum asked.

"A long day, Mum," Tracey answered. "Going to give me a
nice foot massage, Chris, to make them feel better?"

"Sod off," I automatically replied.

"Please, Chris," she persisted. "I'll help you with that
computer thing you were asking about afterwards if you
do."

I was too empted already to resist that. I wanted to
massage her feet, and I wanted to hear about Dad's
adventures on the net. I never was any good at resisting
temptation.

"Alright," I said, to Mum's utter amazement. "But just
for a few minutes."

I got up off the settee and went over to kneel in front
of Tracey's chair. She held out one foot and I took hold
of it and began to massage the sole and arch.

"Now I really have seen everything," Mum said, laughing.
"Perhaps you can do mine for me as well sometime, Chris."

I had to swallow hard and ignore Tracey's big grin before
I could answer. "Just say the word, Mum," I said.

There was a short silence behind me, and then Mum said,
"Well, I'd better see to the dinner. Nice to see you two
getting on better, instead of rowing all the time, even
if I do feel like I've fallen into the Twilight Zone."

After she'd gone, Tracey leaned forward to me. "Reckon
Mum will give you a foot-wank like I did, Chris?" she
whispered.

"Give over."

"Chris, total honesty with each other," she reminded me.
"That's what we said.  So did it cross your mind, the
thought of Mum's foot on your cock?"

I nodded, and she sat back satisfied. She opened her
thighs a little and hitched up her skirt, so that I could
see that she was no longer wearing the thong, and then
pushed it back down again.

"Took it off before my next lesson," she said. "To give
Trish better access."

"You mean you.."

"It was Geography," she said. "Have to do something to
fight off the boredom."

She lifted her other foot to my face and touched my lips
with her toes. I poked out my tongue and licked the base
of her big toe. It tasted of her sweat, but funnily
enough it didn't gross me out. I did it again, and then
she pushed it against my lips again and I opened them to
take it into my mouth. I sucked on it like a little cock.

"Lovely," she said. "But Mum would really flip if she
walked back in now."

She extracted her toe from my mouth and her other foot
from my hands. Getting up, she grabbed her shoes.

"I'm going to have a shower and get changed," she said.
"Then I'll forward the mails to you."

I went back up to my room. I didn't bother checking
either the bathroom cam or the one in Tracey's room, as I
figured she wouldn't hardly forget in a hurry. So I lay
on my bed reading, until I heard Dad arriving home
downstairs. When I heard him come up the stairs and go
into their bedroom, I moved to the computer ands a
switched it on. By the time I booted up the cam, he had
shucked off his overalls and was standing in the middle
of the room in just his shirt. His big heavy cock was
hanging down between his legs, but as I switched on the
recorder he grabbed hold of it and wanked it until it was
hard.

When it was rock solid, he pulled on a pair of thin
casual trousers, no underpants, and went to the door. I
guessed what was coming, and switched to my own room cam
before turning off the screen and returning to the bed to
pick up my book. There was a knock on the door, and he
came in. I had told Tracey I would keep looking at it,
but it was hard not to anyway. The bulge seemed enormous
and, if anything, it was difficult to drag the eyes away.

He appeared very nervous, which was understandable, but
the fact that he was going through with this told me a
lot about his relationship with Uncle Harry. And about
him and his sexual tastes. It was obvious that he liked
following orders, even if it scared the life out of him.

"Mum says you've been poorly," he said, standing there by
the door. "Been home all day."

"Just a stomach bug," I replied, my gaze alternating
between his face and his crotch.

"I popped back for a bite to eat at lunchtime," he said.
"As I was in the area. Didn't know you were here."

"I was probably asleep," I said to reassure him. "Slept
much of the day."

"Probably did you good," he said, looking relieved.

"Probably did."

"Well, I'd better be off and leave you to your book."

"OK, Dad. Thanks for coming in to see how I was."

He got out so fast that I'm surprised he managed to get
the door open first. And no sooner had he gone, than
Tracey was in. She was dressed in a skimpy top and tight
jeans, and bare feet.

"Well?" she said.

I gestured casually to the computer. "All taped," I said.
"So you can see for yourself."