Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 13:15:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 7

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Part Seven

Rather than sit in the chair, Tracey leant over the back
of it as she brought up my cache of cam recordings. Her
tight little arse stuck in the air, back arched  so that
her top rode up to reveal a strip of naked flesh around
her middle. I was getting to know a lot more about Tracey
in a very short period of time, and I knew now that all
this provocative stuff was deliberate. But that was no
reason to stop enjoying the view.

Feeling a bit bold, I took out my cock and began to
slowly stroke it as I looked at her. She glanced my way
and smiled. She did like seeing evidence that her body
turned me on. Then she concentrated on the screen.

"The dirty bugger," she said, talking about Dad. "He
actually went and did it."

"He was scared stiff." She laughed at that. "I mean he
was really nervous," I corrected myself.

"I wonder how far he really would go if Uncle Harry told
him to," she said thoughtfully.

I shrugged, but I was getting used to that look on her
face that I was seeing now. It usually meant she was
dreaming up something very naughty.

"I can doctor his incoming mail," she said. "Not his
outgoing, but as long as he doesn't pick it up straight
away I can change it and then restore it like new.  What
do you fancy having him do?"

"Tracey, don't you dare!"

She smiled cheekily. "Alright," she said. "Not just yet."

She turned towards me, and slowly lifted her top to
reveal her small braless tits.

"Cum for me, Chris," she said. "Think about Mum lying on
your bed naked while you rub and lick and kiss her feet.
And I straddle her face so that she can lick out my
cunt."

I'd intended to grab a tissue, but it came too fast and
shot up over my t-shirt and
puddled in the lap of my jeans.

"You're such a messy little boy," she said, laughing, as
she lowered her top. "You'd better get changed. Go down
to dinner like that and you'll have Dad on his knees
licking it off."

I dabbed at the pools on my jeans and then swung my legs
off the bed. I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped my
jeans. The top of my pants were soaked too, so I took
them off as well. Stark naked, with Tracey watching me, I
went to the cupboard to get myself some fresh clothes.
And that was the moment that there was a rap on the door
and it opened and Dad's head poked around it.

First of all he just stared at us. I had turned
instinctively towards the door as it had opened, and my
still semi-erect cock, glistening a little with cum,
immediately drew his gaze like a magnet. I have to admit
it twitched a bit at the attention it was getting from
him, and he can't have helped but notice that. I opened
my mouth to say something, but nothing intelligible came
out. Even Tracey looked a bit taken aback at us being
caught like this.

He drew his eyes away from me and towards Tracey. "What
are doing in here, Tracey?" he asked.

"Just came in to chat to Chris," she said, recovering
quickly.

"Tracey, he is naked!" He glanced towards me, but quickly
looked away again. "You don't just stand chatting to a
boy who is naked."

Tracey is good, you have to give her that. "Eew, Dad,"
she said, pulling a face. "Don't be so icky. He's my
brother. Not everything is about sex, you know. There's
nothing to be ashamed of in the naked human body. We've
all got one. Chris spilt tea all down his clothes and had
to change."

He could see he was losing the argument, but wasn't sure
how. It was a common feeling when talking to Tracey, one
I knew well. "Then you should have left," he persisted.

She shook her head a little sadly, and looked over at me
still standing there naked and then back to Dad. "That is
so gross, Dad," she said. "As if seeing my own brother
with no clothes on would rouse any animal lusts in me.
The very idea is sick-making. You're seeing him naked
too, and it's not bothering you, is it?"

That was a cheap shot, but a good one.

"Don't be so silly, Tracey," he said weakly. "Chris, your
mother asked me to tell you that your mate Kenny is here
to see you."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, "I'll be right down."

That left us in a sort of frozen triangular tableaux. .Me
standing naked in the middle of the room with my cock
slowly hardening, and Dad at the door seeming unwilling
to leave us alone there and trying his best not to look
at my body. And Tracey looking as if butter would met,
and smiling happily at both of us. And it was Tracey who
eventually gave in, which surprised me at the time but I
should have known by now that every thing she did was
with a purpose.

"I'll send you that stuff on the comp that I promised,
Chris," she said as she left. "I think you'll find it
every interesting."

Dad's mails, of course. And the details of the site she
visited. The thought of her telling me that, with him
standing there all oblivious, brought my cock to full
attention.

"What stuff's that?" Dad asked, appearing to be still
reluctant to leave.

"Some information for a school project," I lied. "Can I
ask you something, Dad?"

He shrugged. "Sure, he said. "Go ahead."

"I don't want to embarrass you or anything, Dad," I
started. Like hell I did, I was loving doing that very
thing. "But does my penis look alright to you? A
reasonable size, and all that?"

He glanced down at it, and blushed red. "Looks fine to
me, Chris," he said.

I nodded, as if considering his answer. "You know how it
is, Dad," I said. "You probably worried about whether you
cock was big enough when you were my age. Everybody
worries about their cock, don't they? Unless they've got
some whopper of a one. I've seen other boys' cocks in the
changing rooms, of course, but they weren't erect, so
it's hard to tell." I put my hand around me, just resting
it there as if holding the topic of the conversation for
consideration. It did the job of bringing his gaze back
to it, and this time it lingered. "But you think it's
alright, as cocks go that is?"

All my life with my parents it had been penis and virgina
when forced by circumstances to mention them, and the use
of "cock" had been a flown kite for me. Just to see his
reaction. And reaction there had been. Each time I said
the word he had given a little twitch.

"Stop worrying, son," he said, licking his lips. "It's a
fine.cock. A perfectly decent size. You have nothing to
be concerned about."

"Thanks, Dad. That has reassured me."

"Any time, Chris. Now you'd better come down and see
Kenny. But put some clothes on first, of course. Your
sister may  think it's nothing, but your mother would
have different ideas."

"Sure, Dad. It doesn't bother you then?"

He shrugged again. "All boys together, eh?" he said with
an attempt at a laugh.

"That's right, Dad," I agreed. "And don't worry ever
about being naked in front of me. I wouldn't be the least
bit offended."

"Yes.well.that's another..you'd better be quick or your
mother will blame me."

I watched him go, managing not to smile, and then got
dressed in fresh clothes. Sean got home just as I arrived
downstairs, which put off one little I was trying to
make. With Sean up there, I couldn't take Kenny up to our
room. And that put off till another day how much, if
anything, I was going to tell my best mate about all of
this. I did want to tell him at least some of it, to
share it, but I was very nervous about doing it. Probably
too nervous, so I decided to give myself no choice about
doing something about ti.

We went out into the garden, the early Summer evening
warm and the breeze gentle, and sat down around the
garden table. He asked me if I would be in school
tomorrow, and I told him I wouldn't but would make it for
the last day. Then I asked him if he could come round
during his lunch break tomorrow, as I had something to
show him.

He gave me an exaggerated leer. "I've seen everything
you've got to show me," he said, laughing.

"Trust me," I told him. "You'll not be sorry."

He tried to get more out of me, but I was not to be moved
so we shifted to talk of what had happened that day at
school in my absence. Tracey came out to join us for a
while. Kenny didn't give her much attention, which was as
usual.  I'd asked him once whether he fancied her, and
his answer was along the "wouldn't kick her out of bed"
lines. My Mum, though, he really had the hots for, and
that was starting a little idea in my head. He was going
to get some treat tomorrow.

When he went inside to use the bathroom, Tracey leaned
closer to me.

"How did it go with Dad after I left your room?" she
whispered.

I told her quickly all of what had happened, and she
laughed delightedly.

"You are getting so wicked, Chris," she said,
accompanying the words with a little rub of my cock
through my jeans. "I'm really proud of you. Have you told
Kenny about any of this yet?"

I shook my head. "Maybe tomorrow lunchtime," I told her.
"Some of it anyway. I was thinking of showing him some of
the stuff on Mum. You know how much he fancies her."

"That would be fantastic. Make sure you record his
reaction on the cam in your room. I want to see."

"Alright."

She grinned. "I can't wait," she said. "And if you can
arrange a little boy-on-boy action as well, I'll really
be grateful. Really, really grateful."

Kenny came back then, and soon after he headed home. I
spent what was left of the evening watching television
with Mum and Dad, Sean being up in our room watching his
own. They both seemed very quiet, even quieter than they
usually did, but I didn't think that much of it. Around
ten Sean acme down to say that he was going to the pub
for an hour, and I took the opportunity to get up to the
room and switch on the computer.

There was a big file there from Tracey, and I opened it
to quickly skim through its contents. There were dozens
of mails that Dad had sent out and received, with a note
from Tracey to say that these were the best ones she had
selected. Then a list of sites, all of them seeming to be
concerned with domination and humiliation and one for a
club in our nearest city. Finally, there were a
collection of stills that Tracey had taken from the
various recordings I had made. Some of those, I thought,
were going to come in useful tomorrow with Kenny.

I went back to the mails, and saw that one exchange was
dated that evening, for when I was outside with Kenny. I
opened up the outgoing one. The recipient was an address
that gave nothing away about who it might be, and neither
did the content. I could se why Tracey had never guessed
that it was Uncle Harry.

It started by addressing the person as Master, and then
went on to describe with a fair amount of accuracy both
incidents in my bedroom. Making himself hard and then
coming in to see me with his bulge obvious, and saying
how it had turned him on despite how nervous he was
feeling. And then on to him walking in on Tracey and me,
and what I had done and said after Tracey had left.

The reply was short.

"Good work, slut, but this is just early days. Before I'm
finished he's going to see exactly what a cock-sucking
sissy slut he has for a father. It's obvious he wants to
fuck you, you whore. Write back describing his cock and
body in detail, and what you wanted him to do to you with
that big dick. Did you wank afterwards  remembering it,
you sick cunt?"

I switched over to the downstairs cam. Mum and Dad were
still sitting there watching TV, neither of them seeming
to taking much of an interest in what they were viewing.
I was about to switch off when Mum spoke.

"Do you think Chris has been acting a bit funny lately?"
she asked Dad.

That startled Dad. "What makes you say that?" he asked.

"Tracey asked him to massage her feet today, and he did."

Dad was silent a moment, thinking. "Perhaps they're
getting along at last," he said. "She was in his room
when I went up." Another pause. "He was changing."

"Changing?"

"Changing his clothes. He was naked."

"Completely?" she asked, her eyebrows rising.

He nodded. "I told them you'd not be pleased," he said.

"I do wish you wouldn't put words into my mouth, Dave,"
she said severely. "You're always painting me as the
strict one, the killjoy. I think you do it deliberately,
so they'll like you better."

"Don't be daft," he responded. "I just thought it would
be the sort of thing of which you'd disapprove. You do
disapprove, don't you?"

She shrugged. "I'm sure it was all perfectly innocent,"
she said. "He had no clothes on at all?"

"Stark naked," he responded.

"And what was Tracey doing?"

"Standing there just talking to him. She's helping him
with some stuff off the net for a school project."

"A school project? Two days before the end of the school
year?"

It was his turn to shrug. "That's what he said," he told
her.

They both returned to their vague watching of the TV
screen, and after a while I turned off the cam. Then the
computer. It had been another eventful day, and I was
well and truly ready for bed.