One thing I did know; I would find out.The first thing I had to do was find out for myself what was going on. I couldn't confront Barb with what Brand...n saw because that would just degenerate into a shouting match punctuated with things like:"I'm your wife! Who the hell are you going to believe, him or me?"Quite frankly, I was going to believe Brandon. He had no reason to lie to me whereas Barb did. If, for some strange reason, Bran was lying to me it would be easy enough to find out. I'd give. I got all of the necessary surveillance equipment installed so there was no way anyone could be the wiser than every move they made in and out of bed could be seen. I fixed up not only a way of watching people in the rooms from the front office but also from my own living quarters which were located on the second floor above where the office was situated. That way, I could turn on any sensor in any room at any time and see what I wanted to. And, I had the ability to actually monitor 10. Mom called Uncle John and Bonnie over the intercom. They had stayed in my apartment. We had cleaned out and painted the two extra bedrooms on the third floor. My grandmothers took both of them. Greg and Angie stayed in his old room, and I shared with Kyle and Mac in the other one. Duke insisted he sleep in his crate in the apartment. He was getting set in his ways.Angie pulled the rolls out and iced them. She put a huge platter on the kitchen table."I slaved over these all morning," she. "Oh, okay, I'll remember next time. I'll be right back, we need a wet cloth."While I was in the head, I looked closely at the semen on my hand. I touched it, feeling the thick and slippery consistency. On a lark, I touched my tongue to my hand. The taste was a bit salty but mostly neutral. Feeling bolder, I licked up a glob of the fluid. I felt the texture and savored the flavor of my brother's cum as I rolled it around in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I swallowed. It wasn't as bad as I.