He ran into Dad in the men's room

You slow down and walk next to your brother, raising an eyebrow. "What's up?"

"I saw Dad in there," he hisses. "He was just about to leave when we showed up."

"...Oh shit," you chuckle. "I guess Dad's been getting more action than he lets on... Did he see you?"

"Yeah, I think so," your brother replies, sounding worried. "He ran out of there pretty fast. You think we'll get in trouble?"

"Dude, you've got this all wrong! He's the one in trouble."

"Whaddaya mean?"

You glance at your mother to make sure she's not listening in; she's just striding down the pathway, totally oblivious. After taking an extra second to admire her bouncing ass, you continue. "Mom doesn't know that Dad takes advantage of cum-starved women."

Cassidy scoffs. "She has to know. He talks about 'getting relief' at work and shit all the time."

"Yeah, but he only started mentioning it after she was already pretty dumb. I asked her about it, once... She thinks he's talking about back rubs or pedicures or whatever. Y'know, the kind of stuff that she thinks is relaxing.'"

"So... If she found out he was getting sucked off at glory holes... Blowjobs from strangers, without medicine--"

"Yeah. He's cheating on her, and he doesn't have the excuse that literally every other dude gets to use."

"Oh man," Cassidy says, a smile appearing on his face. "You're right, he's gonna be in so much trouble."

"Not if we don't tell Mom," you reply. "And that's where we've got him."

"What, you mean like ****?"

"Exactly like ****, yeah. What should we ask for?"

"Fuck..." Your brother's grin gets even wider. "Oh man, this is gonna be fun."

"Damn right. Start thinking about options... I'm gonna text Dad." You pull out your phone and start typing, growing more excited by the moment. "He's not gonna like this..."