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On Sunday, Jolene came over and she brought something she wanted me to hear. She hugged me gently when she arrived, saying she was sorry. I knew she was referring to my sex with Oliver and the unknown woman yesterday and my having to suck the cum from her ass. My life was such a shit storm right now, literally as well as figuratively. After we hugged, we sat together on the couch and I listened to a recording she'd made from the bugs planted in Sydney's bedroom. It was Sydney and we could tell she was fucking someone. The sounds were unmistakeable. I was embarrassed to be listening to them.

"I don't need to hear this," I said.

"Yes, you do," Jolene insisted, so I kept listening.

I heard a male voice. It sounded like Tanner's voice, like he was in the room with her. He was in Osaka. They talked about this and that, nothing I wouldn't hear from any other two siblings, but it was so clear.

"It sounds like he's in the room," I said. "She isn't talking to him on a loudspeaker while she's fucking someone is she?"

"Wait," Jolene said, "here's another voice. Who does this sound like?"

I listened for another couple minutes. "It sounds like Geoff Short, Tanner's best friend," I said.

"Did you know that Sydney was having sex with Geoff?" Jolene asked.

"No. It's a new one on me. I didn't know she liked him any better than the rest of us did. Perhaps I only assumed so, since she never really commented, but she has known Geoff longer than the rest of us. Geoff and Tanner have been friends for years. I suppose she could like him more than the rest of my friends did."

"If you think Geoff was a possible instigator of your bachelorette party picture; Sydney could have been the one to take it at Geoff's insistence. We need to get a camera in her room; find out how close she is to him. Can you get a camera in her room? Like you, I'm surprised she would be fucking someone while on speaker phone with her brother."

"I suppose. The bugs were easy enough to get in there. Might depend if she's home or not. What other cameras are available?"

Jolene pulled out a selection from the bag. I glanced over all of them. One of them looked like one of those magic eight balls you'd ask questions of before turning it upside to read the answer. Answers like "Outlook Good", "Reply Hazy, Try Again", and "My Sources Say No". I could swear Sydney had one of those in her room, so it would be perfect. It even worked like one with the answers popping up if you turned it upside down. I asked it a mental question, "Will Oliver use me again?" The answer was "You may rely on it." What did the Eight Ball know? Of course, I knew the answer was true unless I died first. Just in case I was mistaken, I also grabbed a couple smaller cameras that looked like knickknacks, less obvious than an Eight Ball.

"I'll go to Tanner's parents house tomorrow night and put it in there."

We hugged again before she left, Jolene patting me on the back, encouraging me to hang in there. What choice did I have. After she left, I thought about the recording I heard. If Sydney was the one who betrayed me, why would she do it? She seemed to get along with Tanner, why do something to hurt him so bad? And why would she be fucking Geoff while talking to Tanner? How rude and disgusting. Then I remembered Oliver make me speak to Tanner while he was licking me. Was Geoff the same, taking perverse pleasure in fucking Tanner's sister while she talked to him on the phone? I could easily see him getting off on it like Oliver did; the fucking weasel. I still had a lot of questions that kept me awake a couple hours after I went to bed.

After posing for Suki, I went to Sydney's. Tanner's dad opened the door.

"Brooke, lovely to see you again. How are you?" He hugged me, one of his hands uncomfortably close to my ass for a father-in-law. His hand didn't linger, so I didn't make a deal about it.

"Fine, thank you," I replied. "Missing Tanner though."

"Honey," he called out, "Brooke's here."

Mrs. Mason came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. Must have caught her cooking supper.

"Brooke, darling. So good to see you." She hugged me as well and damned if her hand didn't pause a moment over my buttock like her husband's; family tradition?

"How can we help you, dear?" Mrs. Mason asked.

"I was hoping Sydney was home," I said. "I wished to speak to her."

"Yes, dear. She's upstairs now, getting ready for a date. I'm sure she'd love to see you. Why don't you run up and say hi?"

"Thanks, I will." Damn! This would be so much easier if she wasn't in her room now.

I went upstairs and knocked on Sydney's door.

"Come in," she called out.

I went inside and Sydney was naked in front of her closet, looking through her clothes. She looked good. Not quite as tall as I was, she was nevertheless, slim and trim. I could see why Geoff would want to fuck her.

"Sorry. I didn't know you were naked," I said.

"Don't worry about it," Sydney said. "I've seen you naked, or almost so anyway."

"Where was that?" I asked, confused.

"At your bachelorette party, silly, while you were trying on your gifts."

"Right." How quickly we forget.

Turning to me, Sydney held up two dresses, one to either side of her naked body. "Which one of these two dresses will get me laid tonight?"

One was an almost transparent red dress which would show a lot depending on what she wore with it, the other was black, short, and had a plunging neckline that looked like it would go below her navel. Both of them were appropriately slutty if you wanted to get fucked.

"Either one should do the trick," I said. "Most men would be eager to rip off either one. It's just a question of whether you want a little bit of mystery or lay it all out there. I like some mystery, so I'd go with the black."

She stared at both for a few more seconds, then hung the red back in the closet. "Poor dear. You aren't getting fucked now that Tanner's out of town, are you?"

More than you, I'd bet, I thought to myself. "No, not at all, though Tanner and I have phone sex when we get the chance."

"Not the same thing, is it?"

"Hardly."

Sydney put on a sheer black g-string below and nothing above before putting on the black dress. Her breasts were perky and didn't need any support, so I guess she was good to go.

"Who are you going out with?" I asked, curious if she'd tell me.

"No one you know," Sydney responded.

"What's his name? Is it getting serious?"

"His name is Sam," Sydney said, "and only serious enough to fuck. Nothing more."

I was right about the eight ball in Sydney's room. I picked it up and asked, "Will Tanner be home for Thanksgiving?" I turned the ball over. 'Better not tell you now'. The story of my life.

"What did it say?" Sydney asked.

"Better not tell you now."

"Ask one for me. 'Will Sydney get fucked tonight?"

I asked and turned the ball over. "Without a doubt," I read the answer off.

"Just the answer I wanted to hear," Sydney said. "Ask another one. 'Will he suck the cum from my ass?'"

It was shocking to hear the question, especially after learning to lick cum from someone's ass this past Saturday. I blushed, but asked the question.

"Concentrate and ask again," I said.

"You obviously need to concentrate more when you ask the question," Sydney said. "Really think about it. Will Sam shove his tongue up my ass and lick and suck his cum from my asshole. Ask again."

Still blushing, I asked, "Will Sam shove his tongue up Sydney's asshole and lick and suck his cum from it." I started getting wet, thinking about it. I shook the ball and turned it over.

"What's it say?" Sydney asked.

"Outlook good."

"I love when someone does that to me," Sydney said. "Good answer. Has Tanner ever licked the cum from your asshole?"

"No." But someone else did. "Why would you want anyone's tongue in your ass?"

"It feels good."

It did feel good, but it was also disgusting. "It sounds gross."

"Ask another. Is Donald Trump going to win the election next week?"

I asked and the answer was, 'Signs point to yes'. I told Sydney, asking her, "Do you want Trump to win?"

"Why not? Hilary sounds like a frigid bitch to me."

"Trump sleeps around on his wife," I replied. "He doesn't seem to have much integrity or morality. Hilary stayed with Bill even after the Monica Lewinsky thing."

Sydney started putting on her make-up. "She stayed with him because she's a power hungry whore. Most men fuck around with other women while they're married. Do you think Tanner's remaining faithful while he's in Japan? Have you asked him?"

"I don't know. I hope so. I won't ask him, I don't want to know." I'd lost the right to know if he was being faithful to me, the whore of Atlanta.

"Why not? If you knew he was getting it on the side, you could get some too."

"What an odd thing to wish on your brother, for his wife to be unfaithful."

"I'm just a realist. If he's getting it, so should you. My father's slept around on my mother and vice versa. Everyone does it. Marriage is nothing but a convenience and a way to cut your taxes. I don't think we're meant to remain with the same person for life. The sex would get boring. Live it up. Fuck who you want."

Sydney was busy with her make up, so I slipped her ball in my purse and took out the camera ball. "One more question," I said. "Is Tanner remaining faithful to me?" I shook the ball and turned it over. "'Don't count on it'," I read aloud.

"Get it while you're young and amazing," Sydney said. "Listen to the Eight Ball."

I put the camera up on her shelf, the camera pointed at the bed. "I'll see you later, Sydney. I'll let you get ready for your date, or fuck, or whatever."

"Later, Brooke."